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★Our Song★
I put on our song,
oh look, there goes my thong!
I feel your hands, desperate and greedy.
When did you become so needy!
Kisses exploring every depth of me,
anything and everything above my knee.
I hear the rumble.
That rumble deep in your throat.
Your growl shaking my very core,
my vocie begging you for more.
You nibble my sweet spot,
I beg of you, "Please...don't stop."
You crawl, now hovering over me,
ignoring my silent plea.
Our eyes lock, both filled with hunger,
I can't hold back any longer.
As our lips graze, our body's now combined.
Your husky vocie groaning "Your all mine."
Are hips clashing like waves,
I can feel your about to cave.
I grip your shoulders,
strong as boulders.
My legs wrapped around,
believe me when I say, were bound.
My back arches,
while the song starts to crescendo.
Do I want this to end, hell no!
But Alas,
the song is over.
I'll love you even when were older.
We shudder and groan,
kissing to end our viscous moans.
Collapsing in pleasure,
feeling light as a feather.
Finally, our body's out of tune.
Holy shit, look at this room!
oh look, there goes my thong!
I feel your hands, desperate and greedy.
When did you become so needy!
Kisses exploring every depth of me,
anything and everything above my knee.
I hear the rumble.
That rumble deep in your throat.
Your growl shaking my very core,
my vocie begging you for more.
You nibble my sweet spot,
I beg of you, "Please...don't stop."
You crawl, now hovering over me,
ignoring my silent plea.
Our eyes lock, both filled with hunger,
I can't hold back any longer.
As our lips graze, our body's now combined.
Your husky vocie groaning "Your all mine."
Are hips clashing like waves,
I can feel your about to cave.
I grip your shoulders,
strong as boulders.
My legs wrapped around,
believe me when I say, were bound.
My back arches,
while the song starts to crescendo.
Do I want this to end, hell no!
But Alas,
the song is over.
I'll love you even when were older.
We shudder and groan,
kissing to end our viscous moans.
Collapsing in pleasure,
feeling light as a feather.
Finally, our body's out of tune.
Holy shit, look at this room!
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