Your thighs know it's no disgrace
Oh six or seven times an hour
You insist at times I risk exposure and arrest
In the car by busy sidewalks daytime or at night
Your panties missing your cleft hotly red caressed
You demand I climb in hard and feel you oh so tight
You come right in my face
With every bit of power
Your thighs know it's no disgrace
Oh six or seven times an hour
I don't know how you hold back your
Screams, high-pitched for more
But when I come you I can't help
But groan and moan and soar
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You like your belly rubbed you say "Do it like a beast"
You seem to need your shiver kissed daily once at least
And always cry for me to scratch below your friendly trench -
And then to have me prop you up on an easel of my flesh
(chorus)
I can prop you up a moment
Before you begin to slide
But slowly ease you ooooh
Down this velvet carpet ride
(chorus)
You cry to have your thigh chewed roughly
It wasn't my idea - we found that one together
And sometimes - often - you spray me hard
My reward for biting, fingers pushed deep nether
(chorus)
It's slow and dry and hurts you oh
Until we hit your deep drill well
Then you scream "That's what it's for!"
You can't I can you feel a swell
(chorus)
And you insist I risk exposure
Growing a busy knight
Your panties missing, you're so wet
You demand I feel you tight
(chorus)
It seems to excite you beyond words when I hold
You down so you can't move - but to press
Your soaked and shaking mound so bold
You try hard to come while I delay you by duress
(chorus)
You come right in my face
Oh six or seven times an hour
You expect me to come
Six or seven times with power
