She came to my door
Lingerie in purse
Always wanting more
A blessing not a curse
Now behind closed door
Reached into her bag
No not a whore
But my high school sweet heart
It has been so long
I know just what she wants
You may say is wrong
But what she likes I grant
Pleasure what we seek
Pleasure what we get
When we're both in heat
Is a night we won't forget
Now at second stage
We just reached the line
You know we are in rage
Indulged in sixty-nine
Fellatio on my string
Circles round with lips
Passion what we bring
You know the night is lit
Eyes rolled back
I see the sclera
Gave her all I got
My rock as hot as the Sahara
We step it up a notch
I pound from behind
She plays with her crotch
Now we crossed the line
Her eyes on the ceiling
Twist and turns
Yes you know the feeling
You don't have to yearn
She pulls at the sheet
Bites at the pillow
I can taste her lips
Her ass busy with a dildo
Climax finds its way
Her essence all around
Though we reached the end
She begs another round
Begs another round
Yes she begs another round
She begs another round
Begs another round
Another round
She begs another round
Begs another round
Another round