Liz Ocean - Mood - Simon
Liz Ocean - Mood - Simon
No hand could fill me like this
The morning smell is between thighs
Perfect as always
I want to read you up close
I bet you can serve me the special
Am i suppose to not like this?
How do business men get down on weekends?
We want so much more than kisses
That wet mouth looks yummy
Bring the pain to build the pleasure
I will make it fair to you!
I'll throw a sinful light on you