Two fingers, two minutes, too loud, sssh!!
Quiet dear, they'll hear they've been waiting near the windows to satisfy themselves with your moans, let them be savoured by the silence, two fingers, two strokes, two intervals, let's repeat, spit on those fingers, feel it in, lies with the wet space between the trembling legs, the thighs, with stretch marks, your lips are shivering your eyes, those teeth crippling, is it making you cold, grabbing my shirt, holding my neck, biting my chest, hold on the elixir is about to ooze out of the divine slithered, with shaved beauty, two fingers, they slingers, and the nails cut, that is why you keep yours long, so you can ask for a favour of mine, your savoured taste is my favorite, and so is mine yours, why deny the satisfaction, just relaxation of the muscle, soft and slimy, you can stop shaking now, or you can't?
