David - Algora

David es del tipo de chicos

Que no brillan desde lejos

Hay que acercarse más

Hay que acercarse

David lleva barba

De trescientos veinte días

Pero no me espera a mí

Pero no me espera

Su boca empieza a acceder

A través de mis sueños

Y sus ojos enormes

Y mi lengua entre sus dientes

David tiene treinta años

Y yo he cumplido veinte

Son diez, demasiado tiempo

Para sorprenderle

David es el tipo de chicos

Que conoces al revés

Primero por la cabeza

Y luego por los pies

Mi brazo intenta atrapar

Su silueta en la oscuridad

Nuestra bocas abiertas

Y su polla entre mis piernas

Su boca empieza a acceder

A través de mis sueños

Y sus ojos enormes

Y mi lengua entre sus dientes

Mi brazo intenta atrapar

Su silueta en la oscuridad

Nuestra bocas abiertas

Y su polla entre mis piernas

David is the kind of guy

that don't shine from afar

you have to get closer

you have to get closer

david has a beard

of three hundred and twenty days

But he doesn't wait for me

But don't wait for me

His mouth begins to access

through my dreams

And his huge eyes

And my tongue between his teeth

david is thirty years old

And I have turned twenty

It's ten, too long

to surprise you

David is the kind of guys

what do you know backwards

first for the head

And then for the feet

My arm tries to catch

Her silhouette of him in the dark

our open mouths

And his cock between my legs

His mouth begins to access

through my dreams

And his huge eyes

And my tongue between his teeth

My arm tries to catch

Her silhouette of him in the dark

our open mouths

And his cock between my legs