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Chill
5’8” in a 4’ box
Sitting in soiled mockery
I wonder how long you’ll sit there
Watching...
Waiting...
Observing your beastly whore
Inserted with your remote jelly tickler
I want to thank you, fuck you and tear out your eyes
But all I can muster is a whimper
Sitting in soiled mockery
I wonder how long you’ll sit there
Watching...
Waiting...
Observing your beastly whore
Inserted with your remote jelly tickler
I want to thank you, fuck you and tear out your eyes
But all I can muster is a whimper
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