Your hands on my butter pecan skin. An open invitation, you’re always invited in. As I elevate myself on your wooden seat. Palms on your chest feeling your heartbeat. Rotation of my hips and our lips meet I’ve been waiting for your kiss and licks all week. Aggressive tugs and pulls, Ive never been to a rodeo but I’m a pro at riding a bull. I think I’ll lay on these satin sheets, if you’re tired take a break and eat. Feast like you never have before, you know I’m daddy’s little H….. I’m coming down down down and my legs start to shake. Next time don’t make me wait.