The Next Morning
The Next Morning
Your hands are warm
Keep up with my obscenity
She's not a dream, she is a fantasy
Spread your legs to split the pleasure
I'm housework and you'll do me
Wilderness is fucking in tents
Fill me, nurses are made for creampies
You're brand new, let's rip your seal
In private i'll dance on your pole
This will happen a lot, roomie
Let's hang, fuck and whatnot
Give me a better quote
Rounded to perfection
Do i catch your eye?