"ALL THEIR BASES BELONG TO US" Could it be that i'm just a lustful crook Full of cum and finding a shady nook could it be that i'm just dead, ready to kill could it be that my old man need that blue pill?? Yes, i'm lustful, fearing nothing at all not disease, not old age, not angry boyfriends i'm not corrupting the youth, not becoming dead not finding my own heart, not really getting led i lust for a boy who is nearly unreachable i find someone who thinks they are untouchable really, who cares, as long as i get laid what an experience that is, for you not to get paid after orgasm, cocks dripping post-cum you break the embrace and stand up to find your clothes and i let you theres nothing i can do, the way we just fucked that's my story and i'm sticking to it where'd i go?? wherever i got sent and by the way, this story right here?? names have been changed to protect the innocent.Birth sign: Aries
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