My Irish boy.
With that sweet, sultry, voice .
Like honey and cigarettes, like danger on the wind.
My Irish boy.
Who spills pure filth from his mouth.
Pure, unadulterated smut , like liquid cocaine.
He wants to do everything I want, and more.
Who's desire for the unknown spurs me on into the blackness, into the spiralling abyss of my longings.
My Irish boy.
Who's voice can make my hairs stand on end and make my pussy moist in a second.
Who can make me forget even myself when he wants.
That voice, that could talk you into doing anything.
I swear it must be a gift from god.
With that sweet, sultry, voice .
Like honey and cigarettes, like danger on the wind.
My Irish boy.
Who spills pure filth from his mouth.
Pure, unadulterated smut , like liquid cocaine.
He wants to do everything I want, and more.
Who's desire for the unknown spurs me on into the blackness, into the spiralling abyss of my longings.My Irish boy.
Who's voice can make my hairs stand on end and make my pussy moist in a second.
Who can make me forget even myself when he wants.
That voice, that could talk you into doing anything.
I swear it must be a gift from god.
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