Damn, you're hot Whenever I see you, I just want to take you by the shoulders Press you up against the wall And fuck ya Even if it means taking you in the freezer at work Although we already tried that Pulling me by the hand and shutting the door behind us You fingered me Made me moan Until I started getting too loud I can't help it I scream Damn you taste good I want more.
Reason for writing:
I'm getting with a guy I work with.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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