“Say it slow, sister…”
“Only if you beg harder…”
“Mmmh… your lips make me drip.”
“Then wait ‘til my tongue joins the trip…”

Lips in red, heels sharp as sin,
my body talks – where do I begin?
No shame, no pause, I come to play,
you blush already? Girl, okay.

My dress is tight, my vibe’s unholy,
slippery thoughts and moves so slowly.
I bend, I arch, I tease, I ride –
and when I moan, you slide inside.

Talk dirty, sister, grind that beat –

My rhythm’s deep, my lips are sweet.

Two sluts in sync, no rules, no fuss –

Just bite and ride and taste and thrust.


💋 Talk dirty – loud and hot!
We whisper filth and scream a lot.
Touch us right, don’t try to flee –
we're Sister Sluts, set your body free.

I feel your nails trace down my back,
you grab my hair – no time to slack.
My thighs are warm, my grin is wide,
you want the throne? Then climb and ride.

Oh sister dear, you know my code –
I rule in lace, I don’t implode.
But for your tongue, I might just kneel,
or wrap you tight and make you squeal.

Talk dirty, sister, don’t hold back –

I’m locked and loaded – click, click, crack!

Two Hotties hot, with filthy dreams –

We melt your mind and split your seams.

Talk dirty – touch the flame,
no guilt, no names, just wicked game.
Taste our sweat, feel every beat –
we’re Sister Sluts – and sin tastes sweet.


“Are you dripping, sister… or just pretending?”
“I’m soaking. Now hush… and keep bending.”

Talk dirty, talk with fire –
play our game and feed desire.
Suck the beat, ride the lust,
Sister Sluts – in toys we trust.