kissin you real sloppy while you whine into my mouth that it’s too deep. soft warm lips pressing together and coming apart like you’re saying something meaningful. and what is it that you’re whispering anyways as i’m pushing further into you? it doesn’t take long for me to realize. it’s a prayer. how fucking precious. oh you’re praying now? you’re religious now? maybe i ought to fill that mouth, huh. where’s your rosary, baby? or did you get rid of that too when you realized you’d rather give your will over to me than a god who pays you no mind
















