you must think ill of me but these days it seems the truest manifestation of me is sex fucking just an enormous, orgasmic pile of fuck. i cant seem to think of anything else but your pussy.
on the floor of your house the things you said to me while not dirty made my cock grow and my soul grow lustlful did you know i needed to hear those things to fill you full of my cum and make my heart and my cock explode in orgasm?