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“Daddy”
I whisper in his ear
“Fuck me slow”
“Don’t let me go”
He tightens his grip
Steering my hips
Helping me rock
Deeper on his cock
Electric shock
Legs lock
Temperatures rise
Between my thighs
Hot sweat
Pussy wet
Your knob
Begins to throb
Body’s ablaze
Pleasure waves
Lips lock
Sweat drop
Can’t breathe
Can’t see
Now stop
Get on top
Slide back in
Bodies blend
“Daddy your the best”
No time to rest
Hot, hard, fast
Love how you last
Until you feel me cum
And come undone
“Cum for me” I cry
Pleasure not denied
Your eyes roll back
Heart attack
Come on baby scream loud
That’s right make mama proud
Fireworks boom
Thoughts zoom
Fantasies exotic
So erotic
Mind blown
Perfection shown
Bodies collapse
Sexual relapse
My drug always wins
Overdosed again
Head spins
Addicted sins
Sick twins
Can’t defend
Hooked again
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