Krystal Evette - HIGH DEMAND Lyrics

Put my hand around a chicken's neck
And called it masturbation
When I swallow every drop of cum
He's standing in ovation
Gimme feedback like audio books
That dirty talk narration
Something salty on my cheeks
Like we're on a beach vacation
His eyes are at his feet
Can't look at girls without permission
Said he wanted three way sex
Until he hit thirty positions
Not a single bitch can measure up
But, glad she has ambitions
Cuz of me, his exes dead to him
You'd think I'm a mortician
I'm in such high demand
Put my pussy on pre order
He keeps all my dirty panties
And he ended up on hoarders
The first to cum inside it
Can go to the highest bidder
And he might get the prize
But I'll always be the winner
Got the Trump supporters in my DM's
And they're bending over
Say they wanna ride me north to south
These bears they want that polar
They'll have to chase another
Go head cry, get you that closure
Soon my doctor's carving on my crotch
Like pumpkins in October
I don't think the world is ready
For the power of my pussy
I can make the sweetest simp
Out of the meanest of the bullies
I love it when he begs for it
But, don't let him get pushy
Male friends who didn't look twice
Are now drooling at my tooshy
SRS in September
Put this pussy on pre order
I'm in such high demand
I raised the price, you can't afford her
He put me in his spank bank
So I'm richer in this quarter
He can't get me off his mind
Scared he has some new disorder
He said he's out of college
Studied my curves, now he's flunking
Doing donuts round my finger
And I still won't let him dunk in
But, my Sunday's looking open
And I'm bored so my chest sunk in
I let him bring the cameras in
But I told him I won't punk him
He said I smelled like candy
When I'm licking on his lolly
Suck it from eight different angles
Make him red but he won't stop me
Told his girl they don't have me at home
He better eat it sloppy
Now, he's doing time for homicide
The way he wrecked my body
You may think I'm all talk
But I'll leave you with this
I got men from six years ago
Telling me they miss these lips
They're begging me for more
My oral's like a drug
He'd go to hell and back
To feel his penis on my tongue