A Classic Sunday Afternoon

We're laying on bed Watching Netflix Drowsiness' working on us We're lovely embracing Almost like a habit for us Neither you or me love habits Never forget we're still animals Suddenly I loose control of my hand She's traveling her tights Cuddles raise temperature My brain is getting down My other brain is turning on She's getting wet though I haven't touch her We don't talk anymore This is the beginning of the fusion hour Your smile traduces your sex drive I feel your heart Beating faster As I'm going faster Inside your pleasure You're on fire A hundred degrees inside you Inferno is emerging from you We don't want this to end Because we never feel alive as much as right now We're still watching the movie You didn't dress again I'm paralyzed by endorphins We think that we have finished our favorite sport But then Suddenly your hand is coming visiting my favorite friend I was thinking that he was sleeping But surprisingly he's answering the call As I'm saying why not myself My girl is already sitting on me now I feel your heart Beating faster As I'm going faster Inside your pleasure You're on fire Now the air is unbreathable I feel like I lifted weights During days She lost her voice My balls are gone We run until the shower The water is almost as hot as us And I'm blocking on your booty The drops of water makes it perfect You've already guessed that I'm in Again Again Again Again I feel your heart Beating faster As I'm going faster Inside your pleasure You're on fire I feel your heart Beating faster As I'm going faster Inside your pleasure I'm on fire