Strap-on

Strap-on

I've got the real thing here, strap-on's not necessary, have you clutching your fists, screaming your lungs out, child birth not necessary, avoiding the c-word but I know the section, cutting through the game to reveal that I am the technician. Dildos and vibrators also not listed, girl-on-girl is hot but scissoring is conceited. If you want penetration stay on your back or stay sitted, open your legs and I'll send you into the abyss like you pitted. Strap-on's are dumb besides I lick ice cream cones too, lick the top mercilessly to send you outta space, then parachute you back to earth cause this is your base. The G-spot is on the first floor at the back window. I can send my inhabitants if you are a widow. Another metaphor, what? Cake? I am cookie monster for heavens sakes. Give me eggs and I'll butter her up to show you I can bake. Rising to the moment to stick my warm meat, while strap-on's are cold like an empty seat. Strap-on's and vibrators got no soul, while my creampie you can contain in a bowl. I've got the real thing here and it's better than a strap-on, it's warm, goes all night, can work at a moments notice and something you can rely on, different strokes means different tempos, a race you can bet on. Strap-on's are ridiculous, vibrators and dildos too, I also suck like I came to lose, present your breasts and I'll never choose, devour your whole body like an alcoholic with booze. Girl-on-girl hot but stupid with a strap-on, pussy tantalizing but a corpse with a strap-on, if your nigga a pussy with a Strap-on, get a real nigga with a dick you can slide on.