Muth Marna

You want it so bad
It keeps you up
When a thought turns to touch
You erupt
Thunderous

Yeah
Pretend his tongue isn't sucking you in
Long hard strokes slipping on your clit

Mmm

No, baby girl
You're not thinking 'bout those eyes
Spreading thighs
With a look
That tongue-smashes through ya lies

Curving inside
Pulling close
Beg him, Baby
You're so close

But, oh no
No, you won't
Ever think of him
You said you don't.