I love the way you torture me—
Told you before, I never moan this loud.
But with you?
I can't keep my hands to myself,
Can't shut the **** up.
You love it when I lose control,
When our bodies move—loud as applause.
You left me wanting for more—Don't make me beg, please
I know you want it too.
Mar 13, 2025
Mar 13, 2025 at 11:44 PM UTC
I love the way you torture me—
Told you before, I never moan this loud.
But with you?
I can't keep my hands to myself,
Can't shut the **** up.
You love it when I lose control,
When our bodies move—loud as applause.
You left me wanting for more—Don't make me beg, please
I know you want it too.
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