holding you close and feeling the bulge of your pussy makes my dick all squishy. holding you up and fingers to your chin, cupped, lips meet and I bet you have a reason to be here. But. But I think you might not. May not? I may not, but I like to think I may have a reason to knot your hair with my cock. Inside you, fingertips beside you, think of ways to go wide of you, but maybe not. I had a vision to lay you. You, a vision to lay me? Please tell me where the vacants lot. To play please. I know you'll never be me. You know right now I'm off the person that I want you to see, but got! Some kind of robot human, some kind of robot vag with a hard jay. There should be some kind of way to soft fuck may but maybe not. I know you don't know that you know me already, but maybe slop can be something we do put our noses to eat. If you don't then don't make me feel alone to eat. While we're eating shoulder shoulder don't feel me faking a way to get out. All I want is your lips across my face. Making your breasts all my new faves. When I'm pissed off let the differential lock.
Peeling out in a parking lot under moon. Your ass in the truck bed bumping too. Ghosts screaming at the standard shift knob. Underneath the gas pedal, find your clog. Holy shit, cross my face, your panties, get home, let's blaze, tit in my mouth, lets, BLOW!
