There's no need to be quiet.
My walls are sound proof.
We can even go pulic.
Let's head to the roof.
While your hands trail down my body
And my eyes roll in my head;
While you're acting like J. Holiday
And putting me to bed.
The silence invaded by moans;
Our drought ended with juice;
As you grab my hair from the back
Letting the rest hang loose.
When I throw my hips in it
And toss this ass back,
I feel you get harder
As you hear our bodies clap.
The sweat...
The juices...
Making us go wild.
You're going so deep,
We're about to conceive a child.
You're beatin' it up good.
You know I'm taking the pain.
And this pleasure hurts so good,
I'm about to go insane.
You pull out from behind me.
Your eyes beg me to get on top.
I slide onto your manhood
And slowly begin to rock.
Your hands hold onto my hips,
As you push up going deeper.
Your groans get me so hot,
I think I'm running a fever.
As I reach my point of climax,
My body begins to jerk.
You lift your hips harder,
Putting in that work.
Then, you do that one thing
That you know drives me insane.
Before you hit your orgasm,
You whisper my name.Se