**[Intro]**
(Music is just a low, atmospheric hum. Breathy, intimate whispering close to the mic)
"Take it, daddy..."
"It’s yours... all yours."
(Heavy bass drops in)
**[Verse 1]**
Pinned to the bed, out of my head.
Fuck the warnings, do what you said.
The rhythm is heavy, the friction is deep.
Giving you secrets I hope you can keep.
Arching my spine, I’m chasing the ache.
Give me as much as a body can take.
**[Chorus]**
Daddy, I’m flooded, I’m dripping for you.
Fuck me so hard I forget what is true.
Tightest you’ve felt, gripping the head.
Painting the sheets as we ruin the bed.
Cum for me, baby, just fill up the space.
I want every drop as it runs down my face.
**[Verse 2]**
Climbing on top, I’m taking the lead.
Riding the stallion, I’m feeling the speed.
Stretching me open, you’re hitting the spot.
Taking it all while it’s heavy and hot.
Deep in my throat, I take your soul.
I’m losing my mind as you lose all control.
**[Pre-Chorus]**
Rub on that spot 'til I’m screaming your name.
My body’s a flood and you’re fueling the flame.
I’m clenching you tight, let me gush on the head.
I’m soaking you down, drowning every last thread.
**[Chorus]**
Daddy, I’m flooded, I’m dripping for you.
Fuck me so hard I forget what is true.
Tightest you’ve felt, yeah, I’m gripping the head.
Painting the sheets as we ruin the bed.
Cum for me, baby, just fill up the space.
I want every drop as it runs down my face.
**[The Grind: Instrumental Break]**
*(The vocals cut out. The bass gets heavier, distorted, and more rhythmic. It’s a slow, steady, 8-bar pulse designed for movement. Only faint, reverb-heavy echoes of "Daddy" and sharp, rhythmic exhales cut through the thick, atmospheric synth. No words—just the beat doing the work.)*
**[Pre-Chorus]**
Rub on that spot 'til I’m screaming your name.
My body’s a flood and you’re fueling the flame.
I’m clenching you tight, let me gush on the head.
I’m soaking you down, drowning every last thread.
**[Chorus]**
Daddy, I’m flooded, I’m dripping for you.
Fuck me so hard I forget what is true.
Tightest you’ve felt, yeah, I’m gripping the head.
Painting the sheets as we ruin the bed.
Cum for me, baby, just fill up the space.
I want every drop as it runs down my face.
AuraJones
