His game changed pace
In everything, so enjoyed the "mind."
Using it, playing, he got pleasure,
Having corrected a figure mentally, he always had a goddess.

He stroked his legs only with a look
The secret is simple, all along.
Up and down, squeezing it,
He fucked everything just with his head.

Mixing love and sex there,
He stroked his hands at different paces.
That gently gently, then like a beast.
It is pleasant to knead the flower of love, still to pour it abundantly