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What's mOi name?




Ima push you against the wall,
hear you exhale,
demand you say mOi name baby doll.

Look into my hazel eyes,
don't be afraid,
it's okay
I only want to play...

Open your mouth,
here comes my tongue,
Ima be rubbing against something long.

Circle around,
pin me down.

I will try to deny,
it's not you I want inside.

Don't break a sweat,
just get me nice and wet.

I want to win this round.
Let me pin you with your pants down.

Who's winning or losing,
does it matter when our moans are ensuing?

Say mOi name,
have no shame.

What's MY name?

J.M.

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