I can still trace,
Where his hands were last night,
I can still picture,
His chest and how it felt,
I can still taste,
His *** growing in my mouth,
I can still feel,
His body perched up on me,
I can still recall,
His voice, grunting in pleasure.
But his face I can't remember,
Neither his name I could tell.
Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 7:52 AM UTC
I can still trace,
Where his hands were last night,
I can still picture,
His chest and how it felt,
I can still taste,
His *** growing in my mouth,
I can still feel,
His body perched up on me,
I can still recall,
His voice, grunting in pleasure.
But his face I can't remember,
Neither his name I could tell.
