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Good Sex

I tell her, if you like it rough, I've got a propensity for pain.
So I'm pulling on her hair, while she screaming out my name.  
The way her body moves, sending signals to my brain.
So I open up her legs, and get her wetter than the rain  
 
What I do is an art, I've got this proclivity for pleasure.
Her pussy cat purring, just begging for me to pet her.
She likes to have her way. I'm such a gentleman, I let her.
Then she mount me like a kite, and she ride me like a rental
 
I'm biting on her nipple while she scratching up my back.
She says fuck me harder, boy don't be so fucking whack.  
Her nails dig into my skin, shawty fucking up my tatts
I get in deep, I hear her moan. I can tell that she like that
 
Making the beast with two backs, passions rise like a crescendo.
She's so loud we woke the neighbors, as we turning up the tempo.
I make her gasp just how I want, use my fingers like Geppeddo
And then I feel her peak, as she moan in that falsetto.
Written by TMA (Apollo)
Published | Edited 29th Mar 2015
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