Gotta pull my hair back
But can't look too masculine
When I get on my knees
To **** his ****
Let the black mascara run
Down my pink cheeks
As I think about
Everything but this moment
He says he likes what he sees
He likes what he feels
My thighs are aching
**** no teeth
Well...maybe a little
Not like I'm gonna get anything
Probably sore knees and
A mouthful of ****
That tastes like bleach
I'll cry about it later
Have to finish strong
So he can finish strong
And prove the patriarchy
Really loves a ****
Who will get on her knees
Not a strong woman
Who stands on her feet
Jul 20, 2025
Jul 20, 2025 at 9:13 AM UTC
Gotta pull my hair back
But can't look too masculine
When I get on my knees
To **** his ****
Let the black mascara run
Down my pink cheeks
As I think about
Everything but this moment
He says he likes what he sees
He likes what he feels
My thighs are aching
**** no teeth
Well...maybe a little
Not like I'm gonna get anything
Probably sore knees and
A mouthful of ****
That tastes like bleach
I'll cry about it later
Have to finish strong
So he can finish strong
And prove the patriarchy
Really loves a ****
Who will get on her knees
Not a strong woman
Who stands on her feet
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