I **** her collarbone leaving little bites
Our bodies, against each other still fights
She leaves her nails' marks on my back
Like a big ****** heart attack
She places her hand on my chest
But I'm not letting her rest
She whispers "Stop making me *** you naughty boy"
And under the bed takes a *** toy
Red handcuff, I lock her on the bed
She looks at me "please, Mr, **** me bad"

I looked her dead in the eye and slide myself inside
I went faster than normal as she squealed in delight
I grabbed on her waist while thrusting in deep

She slows me down and looks at the clock,
Still moaning she says "Please, stop"
I ask her if she's okay
And with a sweet voice she has nothing to say
Its 8 in the morning, I need to go home son
I put my clothes on leaving, she says biting her lip "come tomorrow in the afternoon"