Sexual realness As A Girl Talks to Me)

Even with a sore policy you can soar in quality if in a love
Affair in which a thug compare you to Beyonce’ let him plug
Into your lap dance and rap romance while kissing and stuff
So Americanize and characterized wise by the tongue and enough
Smooching and cooching while loosening bra strap tit tips
Hot with plenty flirt and milky while in a mini-skirt silky I trips
Over panties and fall into bed a boy get on top screaming and creaming
Body steaming he just going crazy and after that I start dreaming
even in a bad mood I get mad food from sex if he lick my feet
before his cock of quick heat, stick deep into my sugary sweet
Cake which has layers for players I take Bayer’s aspirin for pain
Even with my panties down candies brown can’t let a boy rock it
Like chocolate by putting his sprung tongue in my gravy pocket
And have me saying stuff like “oh bad drivers are sad survivor
Got my smoking thighs open wide while stroking the inside as a conniver
With cock, oh draught slaughter farmers but I got clout water stormier
Than hurricanes some terrible rains splash on sheets and wet
Bedspreads oh coo-chee plum hot when boys cum a lots and yet
To finish he must’ve eating true spinach this hot guy is like Popeye
Oh boys have a bad habit of being glad to grab it and finger the juices
And get wet tongue and ask for some make girls linger for excuses”
Even with antics performed still a romantic storm can occur
Which involves fantastic kissing and dramatic reminiscing can blur
A juicy coo-chee like mine, oh my body is like a sculptured figure
Structured bigger that Kate Morgan in the nude the mood can trigger
A cock,