At his harsh, importunate caress
She felt under a certain duress,
Sweet talk over it seemed,
As he growled (and she screamed)…
“Right, let’s have at what’s under your dress!”
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At his harsh, importunate caress
She felt under a certain duress,
Sweet talk over it seemed,
As he growled (and she screamed)…
“Right, let’s have at what’s under your dress!”