Mr. Paparazzi
The eye of big brother circling in on me. As I ride hard in the darkness blowing hard like somebody is fixing to get smashed. Totally taking control of me, choking me, coaching me. Air pumping my self up and down getting thrown all around as I bounce that ass hard getting pounded all around the outskirts of town with no skirt to be found. No panties either, my dog chewed them, whip and bark as that ass gets locked up, I run that mouth like I’m never getting married again, driving down the road for a living while the 2 homos are watchin
A mind is a terrible thing to waste.