Don't Pretend

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.