Menage a Trois
She brought her bestfriend
Said they're from the West End
We all dancing and jumping
Rum is the flavor we intend
You should se the way their bodies bend
Both their booties bumping
My house is where I brought both of them
Life is too short to not be twisted up in bestfriends
No talking going on
Mouths are moving but no words are coming out
If this was the Olympics I would have won
Rear ends thick and stout
Bodies squirming and giggles r being let out
They do me together
Can't decide with one is better
They're naughtier together
They call me whenever
On the regular
Both of them take this pipe
Keeping theirselves tight
Making eachother feel right
Tonight and every other night
Don't stop 'til they see daylight
Euphoria in their sight
Already made plans for another night
Screams and moans leaking out of the room
Neighbors hate when we have a menage a trois
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