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The Dancer

de Matt Rogers

Frosty the pervert
In a trench coat, he did go
To the school yard to expose
His dick and balls made out of snow

Frosty the pervert
All the kids he liked to watch
His stick did grow
When he packed snow on cold and icy crotch

There must have been some magic
When he stroked his frozen meat
'Cause Frosty started moaning loud
And it began to sleet

Frosty the pervert
Was as glad as he could get
He threw away his corn cob pipe
And lit a cigarette

Frosty the pervert
Didn't want to go to jail
He began to run while dripping cum
And the cops picked up his trail

Down to the village
His dick melting in his hand
Running here and there, all around the square
Yelling: Catch me if you can!

They chased him down the streets of town
Right to a vice squad cop
Who shoved a night stick up his ass
And Frosty screamed: Don't stop, ooh!

Frosty the pervert
Was locked up that very day
But he did not cry as he waved goodbye
Knowing he'd be back someday

Beating his meat all over the streets
Look at Frosty go
Sliding his hands all over his glands
His cum is white as snow!

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