Roses are red, São Paulo was hot,Linked with Porrete, and da..
Added 2025-04-27 08:00:20 +0000 UTCRoses are red, São Paulo was hot,
Linked with Porrete, and damn—he hit the spot.
Round two and he knew just how to play,
Had me droolin’, legs shakin’, beggin’ to stay.
Meat so big it spoke in tongues,
Left me stretched, stuffed, soaked—and sprung.
Sloppy, nasty, loud, and wet,
We weren’t done—oh, not yet.
He had me twisted, clappin’, takin’ it deep,
No breaks, no mercy—just filth on repeat.
We went long, went loud, soaked every sheet,
This São Paulo heat got nothin’ on that meat.
Two parts, one hour, raw and uncut—
If you’re watchin’ this, you’re ready to nut.
