Are you imagining what it's like to feel the tight ring of my butthole firmly squeezing around the base of your cock as my buttcheeks gently press against your shaft, nestling it as I milk your cock with my body?
All because of you I believe in angels Not the kind with wings No, not the kind with halos The kind that bring you home When home becomes a strange place I'll [f]ollow your voice All you have to do is shout it out