You know the type my savage ass is talking about — the bitch that loves digging off in her wet pussycat or yearning for a mouth.
You can’t contain your animalistic need to rub at your CUNT fervently.
You’ve tried to lay off the sordid fire, but guess what gets the best of you: THAT WICKED DESIRE.
You’re a despicable human being; you always crave something!
You prefer a hard dick sliding past or beating up against your clit, but you can’t always get to a stick.
You rub yourself until you’re nauseous; do I see callouses?
You stare at your hands; they’re in high demand. Once you get home, you can’t wait to pull down your pants.
A ride in the car doesn’t stop you from doing what you were bred to do.
Panties are slid to the side as you drive. You must wear a skirt when you’re outside.
When you barrel through your city’s streets, you look down, and this is what you see…