Don't Pretend
Auteur : Mister Write
Genre : Poem
Thèmes : Anal
Note : 60.90% | Lectures : 10890 | Date : 2013-04-28
Introduction
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.
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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.
Please rate this text:
Texte
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.
Please rate this text:
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.
Please rate this text: