It's the way the liquor affects us. With my hand around your throat we get closer to breaking trust. Sitting on the outskirts of our luv we push limits to become the dirtiest version of lusts. But what a rush. Your skin quenching to my thirst. Tongue sliding up and down your curves. Yes, It's gonna hurt. But it's the best case scenario of accessing worth. As you sigh as gasp as I enter you. I just need to feel how you move. Working you every which way too loose. It's the booze that cling me to fuckin you the way I do. But that's the thrill of being put to use. For the whore in you breaks free every time. Coming out to play with me in real life. Tipsy just to ease into submission you beg for what's on my mind. But you already know, It's you and I. Doing what needs to be done before the sun comes back around. As I dig with precession claiming your world as my girl with the way you sound. Speaking filth in the air with every stroke buried as deep as ouches from your mouth. Oh, wow. Pouring a shot on your tits so I can lick it off. There's nowhere I wouldn't go to fulfill your thoughts of me so I never get lost. Nasty as fuck, I'm into your sexual preferences as I tamper with raw. Hips gripped in my palms. Felt for the pleasure of knowing we coexist. With a sucking kiss raped from your lips. The heat of your breath excites my dick. I luv when the bottle is turned upside down and drained to be absorbed into the way you accept how I do what I do to your clit. As I pull out to go down to enjoy the flavor of you dripping onto the bed. Grabbing my head. Twitching at the hips as you gush me a squirt upon my face smiling as I give you my best. Making me cum in the motion of pleasure all over your chest...
