All day I'm thinking about him,
Where my ******* feel like I went for a swim
I get lost in the idea of when I get home
That moment, when I sit on his lap and he throws me around
Were one of the couples who really do **** on the ground
The door slams shut behind, as he pours my glass of wine
racing to unbutton my shirt
as he pulls up my skirt
no foreplay to waste, as I feel him grow
My heart pounds weaving thru traffic
I put the key on the hook and he sees my look, too tired to ****
tomorrow, he says
and puts me to bed.
Aug 29, 2013
Aug 29, 2013 at 11:14 AM UTC
All day I'm thinking about him,
Where my ******* feel like I went for a swim
I get lost in the idea of when I get home
That moment, when I sit on his lap and he throws me around
Were one of the couples who really do **** on the ground
The door slams shut behind, as he pours my glass of wine
racing to unbutton my shirt
as he pulls up my skirt
no foreplay to waste, as I feel him grow
My heart pounds weaving thru traffic
I put the key on the hook and he sees my look, too tired to ****
tomorrow, he says
and puts me to bed.
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