[That moan is candy sweet, like poison dripping from a blade, leaving you desperate for the taste of more.]
Do you want to hear how hard I am for you? [It's slow, the way the camera shifts, following him as he rolls onto his back and the phone is lifted above his head, revealing the length of his body down below the hip.] That I wish it were my hands touching you?
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Do you want to hear how hard I am for you? [It's slow, the way the camera shifts, following him as he rolls onto his back and the phone is lifted above his head, revealing the length of his body down below the hip.] That I wish it were my hands touching you?