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Stoney the Skunk, a man of great might,

Had a talent that was quite a sight.

He could transform into a skunk, you see,

And his pheromones would set females on a spree.


With a flick of his tail and a twitch of his muzzle,

Stoney could make any woman's soul ruffle.

His scent was so potent, so sweet and so pure,

It could turn any girl into a skunky whore.


He longed for MILFS, someone with great tits,

Someone like his neighbour, Mrs. Atkins.

He waited for her, to be home alone,

Sprayed enough to make her more than moan.


She stripped and swayed in fervor heat,

Raven fur coated, mind screaming breed,

Stoney the Skunk took her from behind,

Pushed his member deeper for a grind,


Mrs. Atkins had never felt such pleasure,

She didn't resist Stoney's thick gesture,

If you're a woman, be careful, my friend,

Or you might beg for Skunk spunk in the end.

                                       - connoisseur of 21st century art, Bewci


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