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Conciliation (explicit)


Bring the meat and I'll make sauce Producing a dinner most debauched I'm tired of self important pussies So let me have your cock I'll spring the lid and wait in heat For you to enter my magnificent keep Push me to the ground, slap me around Please, I promise you plenty o' sound Do me like them and make them watch Let them touch, but don't give too much I want you to myself, to tease and bully I want to share myself, so feel me fully Spray it on me, on my face, feet and body Spit on my cheeks and drive me like an Audi Degrade me and diminish my holy being Please, anything to rid me of that feeling That weakness, that hole in my heart The only thing left, after we fell apart
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