Luyện nghe bài hát Hands on Experience

[mr.
Girls, girls, girls,
My right I adore
Spankin on my till I can't cum no more
I'm on a plan, then I'm switchin hands
Not really where my sticky white lands
I'm half-asleep, you calm me kleenex
'cause I be cummin on until my dick wilts
Then I'm in the shower, jergens and
Right named palmer, hand wristina
the artifacts, I come on wit the cum on
Might work, lookin up too many skirts
I nut on puffs I huff the dutch
The ten pack pocket tissue comes in the
So put on the video
That's nuts a day, and one more to go

Check check check
sir,
I been an avid reader of your magazine for many years now
But up today I haven't had an experience as really worthy of this column
The solo jux avidly have to
I felt weak, felt like we were havin sex for a
I spark the bottle, wack it but I don't have a sheet
So I pull out of the pocket
Just for an example that I'm huggin up a plug wit no
Now how she slept while I fume
Vexed about the fact I nut off
up, balls blue, painful
I that when woke she's disdainful
Time to up wit plan d for desparation
out the love monkey and shot off to the titties' location
At least in direction
Upon further inspection, she splashed in the head section
by the goblety goods

"think-i-think I gotta" [q-tip] and scratched*
"just beat it" "jerkin your but you still can't come off" [phife]
"i thought I had it in the of my hand"
"just give me the pussy and I'll be
If you don't, fuck it masturbate" [eazy e]

[mr. eon] *rapping in voice*
All day I to stroke it, then I poke it
And be ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh, are you alive little man
Got hands on experience I jerk alot
Exotic creams that's what I got
And a collection about the size of jada sulton
When I purchase movies, it's out in fulton
Then I take it home and it, and wipe it with a napkin
Yo I love to jerk ? love to hack
And maybe it's a must like a kitty purr
I've been known to my girl than jerk off next to her
Keep it real, yo yo bob stop stop jerkin and do your lyrics

I go solo wit my so you can call me han solo
Slap my skins, so they call me bobby
Auto-matic, just for my
Hit a vital nerve, her tits, curve
Jergens dry, no lotion for my hand
Don't cry, dry eye
Here's a towel, my hands move like constipated
I shoot extra far if a girl foul
Choke my chicken, my wanker
A lets me watch her with her tits out while I'm spankin
Then I'll thank her, ah it out
I'm harder than the artist hard can get
Kbl in the place, a sweat
Doin beats off until the twinkie gush
they amputate my hands I won't sweat the puss
Unless she wants to, then I'll worry about gettin, the
So I'd rather avoid the unwanted
The headaches of an emotional
I my own fantasy world where anything goes
the longer I go without sex
The closer my boloney comes to feelin like the real thing
Think twice about barefoot on my bedroom floor
Yo mi, hit me up wit a
I'm to bed man, I'm out