This old man, he plays six, he plays knick-knack with your willpower as he forces you to cum, fingering you and making you orgasm against your will, and you beg for him to stop doing what he is doing to your sensitive and throbbing little pussy, so he stops, pulls his hand away, and looks you right in the fucking eyes, and waits, just sits there, says nothing, does nothing, nothing at all.
And my absence of presence inside you makes you beg me to start doing it again, so I do and force your sweet little pussy to cum hard again for me, and the next time you beg me to stop, you will think twice, because you know you fucking want it bad kitten, don’t you?
I said, “don’t you?”
I’m expecting a response. So you say “Yes Daddy, I want you bad. I want you to fuck me bad.” And I say, “What was that? I couldn’t hear you.” So you beg louder, you practically shout in your plea for me to fuck you, hard, hands encasing your neck as I power myself into you.
And you cum a little prayer for me. And again, Babygirl. One more time.
Until I hear your desperate gratitude when we are done, wiped out, on your back saying “Oh my fucking God. I love your dick.” “In fact, I think I love your dick more than I like you.” “I had 5 orgasms.” “5 fucking orgasms. 3 outer. 2 inners. How do you know what to do to me?” “The shit you do to me. Fuck. Seriously what the fuck.”
That’s right Kitten. I’m all about You. The everything I give. The more I learn. The more I push myself.
It’s all for the moment of hearing in your voice when you say “Oh Fuck.” And mean it.
You. It’s all for You.
You, my beautiful little darling, Are Welcome. And. Thank You right fucking back.
That song. This old man. Doesn’t quite have the same ring to it when you change the lyrics.