Extra Stimulation

On the settee, it's goin' smashin'
Her an' me an' a bitta passion,
A bitta blow an' a bitta beer,
Movin' slow but movin' near.
Snoggin' gropin' fumblin' flirty,
Whole time hopin' we'll get dirty.
Mood is hot, we're kinda grindin'
What she's got I'm kinda findin'
Between her legs, a crotch cacophony.
Cock I beg you don't go soft on me,
Then stop!

Pause for a breather.
I'm hot coz she's a teaser.
Her hand lingers on my trouser pocket,
Slides in fingers, finds it, got it.
Clutching my phone with a quizzical gaze,
I'm a little bit stoned and very amazed.
'That was your phone all that time
And not your boner that I grinded?'�
I'm well shocked by the situation
'It's in my pocket for'�'�.extra stimulation?'�

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