Wit da heat of da night, breeds da weak between her thighs, she longs for moans to end da silence, alone her groans ensure her excitement, unleashing a flood da current is refreshing, not seeking love deterrent from dat connection, only da pleasure is needed for expression, a thirst quencher for a dry soul, moist fillings in a dark hole, both met their goal, to kum and to go. Joe😎Kool