You're like a sloppy slobbery mess. Can't think, mind just filled with sludge. My bog tits, under silky pink top is to much for you. Jerking off hard and fast. Beads of sweat come up on your four head, shame across your face. Weak for my tits. I laugh and mock you, Matra you're repeating. Your life is dedicated to my huge melons, my knockers have you babbling uncontrollably.