DFS (Dance Floor Sex) 2

Yeah ya know it's Saturday night
Well past dawn of midnight
Babe and I ain't goin' home
Still tryna groan an' moan
Sugar sweet like honey
Got this shit printing money

Making a killing out here
Lettin' me getta fillin' her
Baby girl Ride Or Die
But right now she hella high
Alcohol has her tipsy
Now she getting lipsy

With her new favourite pal
A wild-eyed country gal
Middle of the dance floor
Asking if she wants some more
Pulls up an ol' wooden chair
Ties back her blonde hair

Flirty smile for the audience
Then begins her performance
Damn this 'bouta be bliss
Wonder, should charge for this?
Baby girl starts out slow
Cuz ya know this where she glows

Dippin' it down low
Other girl's tits startin' ta show
Ain't allowed participation
Unless it's thigh separation
Honey workin' the anticipation
For sexual lesbian inspection

Started off justa innocent dance
Now Country Gal ain't wearing pants
No shirt, no bra, no panty
But honey's head hiding her fanny
Hands grabbing on a tiny tit
Tongue all on her wet clit

Throws her head back, teary eye
"Oh God, I think, fuck am I?!?"
Screaming as she's creaming
Gleamin' from the ceiling
That good ol' wooden chair
Got all the fella's wood in the air

But that young ole Country Gal
Ain't so nice an' sweet
Wants ta pay her receipt
Bet she cums with tricky treats
Nah, this ain't the final verse,
But I'll save it for the next course 😉