My hands gripping my thighs
Wishing yours was there instead
They're crawling closer and closer
I do what you tell me
Hands pressed against my warmth
Heating up what has been cold
My hips rocking against your words
Am I a good girl?
No more words from you
You've gone cold
again.
CITEȘTI
I'm Sensitive
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