3 February 2013
Slight sting like cinnamon Takin you in with taste like sin Don't believe that; There's no god. If it feels good an no ones hurting, Well maybe a lil... Then it's all good cinnamon
Tight stretch Firm hold on the neck Noise like no other as She scrapes nails down firm pecs Smells so wild Animal in me loves this wolf moon style Bend down further Brace for the passion Nothing's breaking But we're still smashing
Then I stop She shakes Moans Whimpers...
On to the next position.
This Ain't Dirty • Opuss № I