Football is a rough contact sport.
Whether you’re tall or you’re short,
For when on offense
Or playing defense,
Your muscles and bones can contort.
So it shouldn’t surprise you to hear
The rules of the game are quite clear.
When you play with the pros,
They say anything goes
Including filling your foe with great fear.
This gridiron culture has bred
Men who play rough in bed.
When they’re in the red zone
They make the girls moan
Whether fucking or giving head.
Players who score a touch down
Are guys who can sure go to town.
They will make any pass
Just to score some hot ass
As into wet pussy they pound.
Cheerleaders are their natural prey.
Football players can fuck them all day.
The girls have great tits
And their legs do the splits
Putting their pussies on full display.
The ability to stretch out their limbs
Fits well with ball players' whims.
Football players, I have found,
Prefer their girls to be bound
While pounding away at their quims.
After the game, in the locker room
In a dank atmosphere like a tomb,
Every cheer leading wench
Takes her turn on the bench
As footballers fuck her sore womb.
No secrets will cheerleaders betray
If on the squad they want to stay.
They all know the score:
They won’t get any more
If they squeal about how players play.
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