Kijk en raak niet aan, papa

I bet I make you hard, it is something that your pants cannot hide, seeing my soft chocolate skin walking every day in a mini skirt near you drives you crazy, I know, I see it in your eyes ... Come here, and tell me how much you want this, how much you want to kiss him, fuck him, open it, come here and beg, pray, so that one day your penis will touch me, because you and I know that it will never happen, that your natural state is the eternal torment of having someone like me close to you, the eternal danger of having the police on top of you at any time, without being able to touch me ...