Rozz Dyliams & Purp Dogg
Malbec
Making out on the way into the house
Mouth connected to mouth moving onto the couch
I got a bota box in the kitchen I wanna get out
Having fantasies about what I wanted to say and how
In the living room lighting she looking like Vanessa Daou
Feeling like an animal now the way my prey getting down
I wanna get lost in a moment and melt away into nothing
But sensory in a way I never figured out how
Hand on the neck, Hand on the pussy, Hand on the hip, Hand on the thigh fat squishy grip
Rubaiyat passage just slipped into my mind and dissolved it to a substance I could make an aphrodisiac with it
I put her arms up and made her arch her back and pulled her dress up and as I'm looking down it felt like I'm baphomet
I got lower
Taking in the body scape moon glower
Take her thong off so I could truly show her
Head down torso grip shiny and wet with something going up the side of it next
Apply with the pressure, the slightest of it
Arriving to the destination with hella pleasure deriving from it
Eye contact throwing bomb neck swirling motion pattern got you seeing visions of a taller glass of kissing bandit
Logging in to make you come and logging out after you had it
All that you can have it after all for all intended magic
I know you know I know you know I know you know just what I want
And how to get it
Purposes, purposes to consummate using friction and weight on all the readily sturdy surfaces curvature curvy hips, big lips, perky tits
Tied the wires of our nerves and decided to call it sex
I would let you get a taste of my love
Anytime you want I let you have
I would let you get a taste of my love
Anytime you want I make sure that you have it [x2]