Cocksuckers 8.0

You know, from my eyes, I adhere
To your wishes, and to every steer
You offer me,
To quell intimacy
And inject force majeur - it is clear:
There's really no need to command
A cessation of begging - demand
A start to the sucking
And the mouth you'll be fucking
Will not crave 'til you cum, as you planned

*moustique*
 
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