I graduated from pencil to pen I’m nice with the sin, talking to God like it’s me again…no pistol grip just these sweet pussy lips for you to endeavor whenever you’re feeling like you want something better, tongue slick I lick and seal all my letters, suck his dick from the back with my face in his cheddar cheese Daddy ima’ smile for you when you nut on my face with my titties together and say, “Please?”
Lemon squeeze patch swallow kids first I’m sweet then sour, let me sit between your legs and just edge you hours, head in the shower, chasing waterfalls of TLC, back against the wall with you face fucking me, ducking me I’m all that you think about, the Mandela effect taking over shifting pretenses in reality thinking you had me at hello but I really had you with blow-job, I get ignorantly boujee on the dick, snob slobbing knob throbbing gob gobbling monster under your bridge of ecstasy, don’t run from lethal pen strokes of Calligraphee, slurp fiend, look into my eyes when you shoot it on me, what do they say?
That I’m a needy submissive cum drip-pen kitten?
Well I was born this way.
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