Masturbation Session - 3

Wearing your scent, I walk like a saint
My mind is of devil, within me I ain't
Holding my prick, I am going for a walk
Chats are yet loading, lets fuck in the talk

Your talk in my mind, you are on your knees
I am ironing my dick, removing this crease
Spitting on it, like applying the grease
I am fighting a war, aint here for the peace

Scrolling the chats, you tell me you want it
Nectar in my balls, you tell me you got it
I ask you for a session, with the passion you bought it
Now digging you deeper, succumbing to have it

Reading our chats, my hand is in motion
Your mouth is just perfect, no need of a lotion
You tell me you need it, i see your intention
Rubbing it harder, An exploding emotion

Ahh ahh i am cumming, your titties get closer
With lusty emotion, you are one of the poser
Rhyme in my moans like i am music composer
Feeling so tired, did i ride a bulldozer?