I want that leg, that arm, the lips that keeps it warm, the thighs that makes it moist, that ass that gives me no choice. That back that arches so high, them pretty eyes that roll behind, that pretty head of fucking long curly locks. My hands run across ya belly grippin ya hips while that spot I hit. Legs start shaking, voice starts lingering, languages speaking, my lips havent even touched you and you doin nothin bit leakin.