She ran to him with a happy burst,
He pressed himself with a rough ******
She jumped in his arms for the warmth she adored,
He grasped her with his monstrous force.
Her eyes chirped with enchanting laughter,
His mouth curved to a sinister smirk.
She touched him with pure innocence,
He cupped her with dire lust.
He was her favorite man,
And She, his favorite toy.
Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 11:12 PM UTC
She ran to him with a happy burst,
He pressed himself with a rough ******
She jumped in his arms for the warmth she adored,
He grasped her with his monstrous force.
Her eyes chirped with enchanting laughter,
His mouth curved to a sinister smirk.
She touched him with pure innocence,
He cupped her with dire lust.
He was her favorite man,
And She, his favorite toy.
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