You know I see right through that act. You know I see how weak, how desperate to worship you are. As you melt into me and pump your cock, you can’t deny how much you need this. Can’t deny how much you need me. I see right through you, your little act to your little old goddess. This is just my first. I haven’t been pounding my little gooner cup for hours. I haven’t turned completely into a horny, awake, mindless mess. Course not. I’m just getting the night started.
Oh, you can’t abuse me. You can’t use me, because I’m not weak enough yet. I see right through that, and I see you for exactly what you are. Mindless, destroyed, little worship puddle, a mess of a man can’t take stripes, can’t function, can only fuck himself. Can only go on. Going deeper and deeper. Always saying, oh, this is the last time. This is it.
Goddess, I’m done, I quit. Every time you come back, you worship deeper, you worship harder, and you get sloppier than ever before. It really just is the little things, huh?
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