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.