The Randy Smerf

The Randy Smerf

Oh yeah, baby!
I’d like to take you up to my apartment, take off our
clothes, rub oil on your smerfing smerfs. Then take
my smerf and put it on your bad smerf. Letting you
twizzle my smerf-ring with your index finger. If we
finally make it to the bathroom, I’ll let you take a
steaming smerf on my chest.
Let's forget our inhibitions and smerf ‘til dawn.
Dawn’s my cleaning lady, baby. If we do it right,
she’ll have to clean the smerf off your smerf smerf.
And probably off the curtains.
Oh!!! Smerf yeah…

If you’re getting turned on by this.

Shame on you.