Goosebumps,
sweat beads.
Thumping heart,
racing beats.
Trembling lips,
hot skin.
Electric touch,
moan and scream.
Open buttons,
unzip jeans.
Come closer,
Your eyes gleam.
Dirty mind,
Purse lips.
Climb on me,
feel me in.
Back and forth,
sway in motion.
Scratched skin,
enter deeper.
Climax soon,
move faster.
Not just you,
what a disaster.
Eleven minutes
Is what it takes.
For you to enjoy,
and for me to fake.
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