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Don't talk, just ride
No feelings
She legs wide
King Eshie
Two hands on it, switch like throttle
Bad B deepthroat, no need bottle
Arch that back, no chat, just model
Gag reflex, get dashed full throttle
Pet her in ends like she linking me solo
White toes out, latex in the Polo
Grip on neck when I pipe it loco
Saying, "Eshie, you're sick," I know, bro
G-string snap when I slide in raw
Pussy too wet, had to wipe that floor
Backshot king, make the neighbours warn
Got her creaming like pastry warm
She a backseat devil, freak in Chanel
Bounce on dick like she trained in hell
Say slow down, but her eyes say more
Now her legs don't work when the Uber door
She don't love man, she love my stroke
She don't rate boys, just London blokes
Saying King Eshie made the pum-pum cry
Every time I slide, that soul gets poked
No kiss, no cuddles, just spit and grip
She scream "Daddy" while I choke her hips
One hand on throat, one thumb on clit
That art so wild, had to check that split
She send snaps with the camera low
Had toys in her bag like a bondage pro
Told me, "Film it," I said, "Say less"
Now I got clips that'll end careers
She text, "I'm bored," I appear in a whip
Drilling that back 'til she limp from GK
No Netflix, just hand on hip
And a playlist full of that toxic shit
She a backseat devil, freak in Chanel
Bounce on dick like she trained in hell
Say slow down, but her eyes say more
Now her legs don't work when the Uber door
She don't love man, she love my stroke
She don't rate boys, just London blokes
Saying King Eshie made the pum-pum cry
Every time I slide, that soul gets poked
Next time she post that soft girl quote
Just know her throat was stretched last night
By me
King Eshie