O' killer

And my mobile,
I dropped it.. holding your hands,
And the belt I pulled all to the ground,
Your moans and your Killer style,

And I held your waist to me,
you attacked my neck and chest,
the beast unleashed,
The fire.. Lem'me touch,
The views.. Lem'me see,

And My jeans,
You tore to the bottom,
And your dress I chained down,
Pulling out inches and inches of the gown,
We ran to the kisses watery and hot dry,
Really this of your leg little rose means,

And I entered in you with the force,
and you scream with a noise,
I have to do,
You left me with no choice,
and you are in need,
I am your man indeed,

We did it many times in a day,
whether be it chilling Jan
or Hot May..
The scratches you made,
reminds me here,
when I recall our Love and say,
Once again,
Let us feel the sweet pain.. !