I need something, but I don’t think you can give it to me, the endless “what you wearing baby” is dull, mind numbingly dull.
Do you have any passion left in you? It can’t be that hard to want to slam a girl by her throat against the window, to reach down and know exactly what your doing to me, or are you scared who’ll see?
Is it that hard? To drag me in-front off a mirror, pull my legs apart and make me watch the way your going to make me cum?
Do you need me to tell you how to behave? Because we’ve been sat in this boring meeting for 45 minutes and you haven’t told me to slide my wet underwear off yet, you look nervous.
Who’s in charge here? Because I don’t think it’s you.
I still don’t want to help you wreck your marriage.
Still don’t want the D pics.
If I wanted a Daddy, I’d hit up the adoption agency.
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