You’re a wild animal.
I can’t resist your call.
Liking it hard and hot.
Loving the equipment you got.
Beast of a man.
Rip your clothes off and make you suck.
Might hurt but I don’t give a fuck.
With every scratch.
A new moan is hatched.
Beast of a man.
I could play with you til the morning sun.
Together we equal fun.
Feast on your ripe ass.
Watch you cum in a blast.
Beast of a man.
Crying out when I tease your cock.
Always gets me hard as a rock.
No one is as direct.
Beast of a man.
Being so wild.
Makes the rest seem mild.
Closer you are the more I love it.
Can’t get enough of it.
Beast of a man.
Wish I could take you to bed.
Wouldn’t stop giving you head.
Outside the bedroom you are adorable and sweet.
Different situation when we are in the sheets.
Beast of a man.
Creating a sweat.
Our needs are met.
I bet it feels so great.
When I start to stimulate.
Beast of a man give it to me now.
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