what? You are just a boring troll. May incel trolls like you catch cancer (and your families also)
Now you're on your knees, mascara running, lips wrapped tight
Swallowing me, whole eyes locked, devoted in the half-light
I fist your hair, guide you deeper, feel your throat give way
You moan around my cock like this is how you pray
Pull you up, bend you over, finish what we started rough
Come inside you hard, fill you up, claim you with every thrust
You collapse, shaking mark, dripping, smiling through the mess
Whisper again, "Sir, I'm addicted to this wickedness"