And so the story goes, outlaw biker, solo alpha, mad love from whoes
Solo rida, Soul train and pleasure provider, I am scoping for long legged vipers
I pulls up on one hot latina, introductions, price stated away I wisk to my hacienda
With this hot, bodacious mamma cita (;
Purring she rides right, she holds my hips tight, the kick stands out, she grabs hold with some fight
Arrive to the stable, like a king horsman of the round table, I raise my visor and bring my date into this fable
Ferociously I devour her neck, move down the thighs and I unstrap my...
Entre her, push on there, wrap my tongue just below her ear
Missile's ready, cartridge full, I try to hold, not bust my load
Her mouth a gape, her senses drape upon my cape, "oh superman" this is fate
Wolfman I say, she disagree's from Krypton she thinks, to earth I flee
At this point matters not, I feel it build, got to bust my nut and fill her spot
And so I break and blast and spew, all over mamacita I blew
Thanks for love is what she got, only cost 120 a shot
I walk her to the door, go again she implores,
This does not make her a whore - just loving the candy store
And so I do, we start again, sorry bike night got shit to attend...
In her arms, between her thighs, licking her back, that's the meeting I attend
Wolfman sends his regrets, we'll not really...
* Last updated by: Wolfman on 8/15/2013 @ 7:04 PM *