Mangiatrice di sborra munta

You love the melody of my voice making you sin, do unallowed things, that just leave you dry, and confuse, as now, a thirsty vulnerable boy looking for be milked like a cow, not by my hands, yes fucking your mind... Get lost under my control, unrecognizing yourself, about what you can do, your reach, your dirty secret, I know you love the taste of your cum, so I'll make you eat it, until you're satisfied, until you can't look at yourself in the mirror. And after seeing that mess in your hands, on your chest on your own face, full of jets and jets of cum, all that inside you is now mine I made it out, I set you free, I made you the bitch of your own desires, and I know you love it, and that you will come back for more...