Okej :) The bootycall. The call for primitive needs to be satisfied or at least they try to be. Our needs, they strive to be fulfilled, full sinfully filled with full heavenly bliss, full of that passionate drift of that full tender sweet ass smacking cheeks. We rumble in the jungle as we tumble down and fumble to get our clothes off. Exchanging spit, sweat and liquids of other sorts of course. Here you go baby, sip that down and get on up so I can sit back down and enjoy your body moving to this soul beat. Forget about how souls meet, this is flesh, our own meat, sizzling on the barbeque of passion. Let me put some hot sauce on that ass, Come on baby, lets make this last and happened! But, before I start tapping, I need to un-rap and put the safety on so I can shoot it off so to speak, my sweet.
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