Hard Workers

After coming home from work, hot, sweaty and stinking
How can I tell you that a bitch needing a shower isn't thinking
Just trudging into the house, hell yeah work boots still on my feet
Haha each grimey imprint left on the tile was grimed into repeat

Stumbling along the hallways fucking finger prints all along the walls
Trying to hold myself upright and praying that I don't fall
Please don't go there baby that's so fucking nasty
Do I mind being lead by my dick, why in the world would you ask me

But feel that dick Boo it smells as slimy as it fucking feels
There's a matching set of balls accompanying that dick soon to be made of steel
As you walk by the doorway to the bathroom, this is where you turned and pause
as I turned to enter you squatted down removing my boots, pants, and draws

I took off both shirts preparing for a hot showers and some scorching sex
But you grabbed me by my dick again carrying me far into the back of your neck
Bathing my dick and balls with your fucking mouth Boo, I'm gaining a whole new respect
Holding on by each ass cheek working that fucking dick with your whole mouth on deck

All against the walls rolling side to side as you continue to mouth rape that dick
All up on my tippy fucking toes, where in the hell did you learn that dam trick
Hand pressure applied as you rolled those fucking ball like dice
The other hand between your thighs as your fingers rubbed away at your slice

As you lifted your French maid's outfit displaying a carefully manicured bush
I stood you up in the bathroom's doorway and bent you over with a push
Slamming into my Boo from behind as she held onto the door jambs
Seems I'll have cereal and milk for dinner tonight, but I truly don't give a dam

With you bent over that low it was easy to reach into your very fucking depths
Dick working it's way in and out, over and over, the tightness increased my reps
To watch the trembles in your back that moved out and over the back of your thighs
As I plunged in deeper and with more force, you reached up grabbing my balls, and we both sighed

Harder and faster, forward and backward, we went at each other feasting while there was plenty
In a week there would be days of famine, so now I must eat while there is good and plenty
With my balls slapping your clit and your hand tickling away, it didn't take that much longer
You said lets shower together and then have cereal, and I, myself thinking who's love could be any stronger