Tantric کے بول

Lights are dim, the aroma Of the incense fills the room Roll the curtains, welcome inside Sandy outsides, lusty dune Slip my veil off, as our eyes lock Presence of electric thoughts Bashful motives, so you notice How the slippery lips will cross ...Don't stop now... Don't stop now... Don't stop now... Don't stop now Heavy breathing, oh this teasing Slowly pleasing, gentle strokes Moistened entry, stay above me Clear and loudly, state the pose Make it tantric, I won't panic I'll submit to each command I'm your maiden, I'm consumed in All of you and your demands