It’s just another notch in the good ol’ fucked up, modern America belt.
She'd stutter all the reasons why she shouldn't, shaking her head adamantly. But her body..her body would grow hot with excitement. She'd get wet at the thrill of it. So fucking wet that i'd smell her, telling me she's not even wearing panties to smo...
I can't live without the sun shining down on my face, and I can't dream without the stars kissing me goodnight.
