Our Illicit Pleasure
It feels so right, so why's it wrong?
Our passionate kissing, our dancing tongues
With searching hands we're both caressing
Before too long we're both undressing
There're no guilty thoughts and we need no pardon
As i strokes your cock and goes down on your hard-on
i knead your need with perfect pressure
As you catch your breath in our illicit pleasure
It is so right, so why's it wrong?
As we kiss again with our dancing tongues
i do not implore, but i do assert
So you squeeze my tits and suck my nipples pert
Our carnal needs are in need of all of this
As you find my moistness and kiss my clitoris
With my sighs and groans and your racing heart
i pull you closer between legs now spread apart
This is so right, so why's it wrong?
As our illicit pleasure goes on and on
And now we're spent and have finished fucking
Into each others eyes we're lovingly looking.