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