Water is all over her body
Soap is washed away
It's my day
It's her day
Soft cream, shampoo and a body wash
Do it slowly
No rush
No rush
Her smooth neck is calling me through the glass
Can I break it?
Can I take her?
Soft skin and French perfume
Creates a sweet tune
Her heavy chest is so clean now
Though she never wants to show
No, the glass is not so blur
I can see her Cleavage sometimes
Attractive belly button
Eats the soap
Drinks the water
Rub and rub
Full the tub
Yeah, she can make it
She is amazing
Don't jump
Don't jump
It makes my heart pump and pump
That's just only lump!
Oh! I can overlook though
Her heavy butt, soft thigh,
And the pink hole
Drinks the water
Hurting my soul
Hurting my soul
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