That succulent sweetness just sucks me right in, as I see your soft secrets I stiffen with sin.
The pillage I plot on your pert derriere finds me tonguing your asshole, as deep as I care. Your daddy would cry for his little princess, if he knew your cute panties were left a torn mess, how the knot in your bum didn't even protest as I stretched you and split you and bit at your breast.
Would it kill pop to hear you pretended distress? That I'd found and then pounded the whore you suppress? So I won't go telling, and don't you confess, that for all of your life, my cock was the best.