, I see you bebe.
Oh you dirty little secret of mine,
See your love letters and that ass is fine.
I'm not paying for the pleasure, it's just,
Somethings addictive in your sticky mist.
Our tumbles and tussles filled with friction,
Know you feel it too this can't be fiction.
Grinding on all your tight botty edges,
No fear you'll forget to trim the hedges.
Don't care if they judge us, what could they say,
Just want to point you where I please and spray.
We're both post gender nubile and horny,
No need for labels, no rings adorn thee.
We have a more intimate connection,
LoveJuice is my most primal selection.
Let me squirt you wherever I venture,
Please pay no attention to their censure.
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