Always in the Forecast

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[INTRO - Spoken/Whispered over building drums] They feel that shift in the air That's her, the storm herself Forecast says: *incoming.* [VERSE 1] The pressure's dropping, they can feel the change Her chest is rising like a hurricane Those nipples hardening—stiff peaks, cold front moving in Jed and Nic wrap their lips around her skin The static's crackling across her swollen breasts Thunder rolling—they put their mouths to the test She's a system building, category five And they're both standing right in the path—alive Barometer's falling, falling fast Her nipples throbbing—they pinch them, twist them, make it last Her cleavage slick with heat and need They bury their faces there and feed [PRE-CHORUS] They read the radar now See those twin peaks on the screen She's the wettest, wildest weather They tongue-fuck her nipples—they know what she means [CHORUS] **Her nipples are lightning—striking them down!** **Her tits are the thunder shaking the ground!** **Jed and Nic in the eye of the storm she brings** **Sucking them raw while the whole sky sings!** **Pressure, pressure, watch it drop!** **Her breasts won't let this tempest stop!** **Jed and Nic—they're caught, they're hers** **Worshipping these tits divine!** [VERSE 2] The wind is howling through the valley low Her nipples pointing where their hungry tongues should go Hailstones falling—no, that's just her sweat They lick it off these peaks, trace every curve they get They're both soaked through, can't see the sky Her cleavage is their shelter—they knead her tits, no longer shy Nic's mouth sucking one side, Jed devouring the other Caught between the storm clouds, tongues and lips smothered Feel the heat rising, tropical and thick Her breasts need their worship—they squeeze them, bite them, lick Her nipples hard as hail between their teeth They suck them deeper, make her writhe beneath [PRE-CHORUS] They taste the ozone now Electricity on their tongues She's the fiercest fucking weather They suck her nipples till this storm is done [CHORUS] **Her nipples are lightning—striking them down!** **Her tits are the thunder shaking the ground!** **Jed and Nic in the eye of the storm she brings** **Sucking them hard while the whole sky sings!** **Pressure, pressure, watch it drop!** **Her breasts won't let this tempest stop!** **Jed and Nic—they're caught, they're hers** **Worshipping these tits divine!** [BRIDGE/BREAKDOWN - Slow, heavy, menacing] *(Spoken/growled over crushing riff)* They thought they could outrun the weather They thought they'd stay dry Her nipples need their mouths wrapped tight around them Her nipples need their hands squeezing, kneading, pulling Her nipples need their tongues circling, flicking, sucking Her nipples need them both—*at the same fucking time.* And her tits? Her tits are the whole goddamn atmosphere Heavy. Swollen. Aching for their touch. They grab them Massage them Lick them **SUCK THEM BOTH AT ONCE!** *(Building)* The eye is closing— Her tits are swelling— **THEY'RE BOTH DROWNING IN HER CHEST!** *(Explosion back into tempo)* [FINAL CHORUS - Double-time, frantic] **Her nipples are lightning—STRIKING THEM DOWN!** **Her tits are the thunder SHAKING THE GROUND!** **Jed and Nic in the eye of the storm she brings** **Mouths locked on her nipples while the whole world screams!** **Pressure, PRESSURE, watch it DROP!** **Her breasts are the storm that will NEVER STOP!** **Jed and Nic—they're WRECKED, they're HERS** **Crushed between these tits—** **Sucking, licking, worshipping—** [OUTRO - Slow fade, whispered] The storm's not over It never ends Her nipples are always hard Her tits are always rising Always aching Always needing their mouths They touch them Squeeze them Kiss them Lick them Suck them Worship them And them… Jed and Nic… Their tongues on her nipples Their hands on her breasts Their mouths worshipping her They're always in the forecast