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Dont wake up your GF 12 feat Maleka
There you are again, my favorite homewrecker — sneaking around in the dead of night, your guilty body hunched over your phone like a pathetic little thief, while your poor, trusting girlfriend sleeps soundly beside you. You didn’t even have the guts to leave the room. I see her… the way she’s curled up in your sheets, breathing deep, completely unaware that her man is out here — begging M to speak to him.
But you didn’t call her, did you, loser?
You called me.
Your real queen.
The one you crave.
The one your cock stays hard for while she’s wrapped in cotton pajamas and innocence.
And look at you — trembling at the sound of my voice, jumping every time she shifts. You’re dripping with guilt… and arousal. That little pulse in your neck? I see it. Your cock? I feel it throbbing through the screen. You want to jerk off so bad, don’t you? But you’re scared — scared she’ll wake up and find you… worshiping me.
Good.
But you didn’t call her, did you, loser?
You called me.
Your real queen.
The one you crave.
The one your cock stays hard for while she’s wrapped in cotton pajamas and innocence.
And look at you — trembling at the sound of my voice, jumping every time she shifts. You’re dripping with guilt… and arousal. That little pulse in your neck? I see it. Your cock? I feel it throbbing through the screen. You want to jerk off so bad, don’t you? But you’re scared — scared she’ll wake up and find you… worshiping me.
Good.
There you are again, my favorite homewrecker — sneaking around in the dead of night, your guilty body hunched over your phone like a pathetic little thief, while your poor, trusting girlfriend sleeps soundly beside you. You didn’t even have the guts to leave the room. I see her… the way she’s curled up in your sheets, breathing deep, completely unaware that her man is out here — begging M to speak to him.
But you didn’t call her, did you, loser?
You called me.
Your real queen.
The one you crave.
The one your cock stays hard for while she’s wrapped in cotton pajamas and innocence.
And look at you — trembling at the sound of my voice, jumping every time she shifts. You’re dripping with guilt… and arousal. That little pulse in your neck? I see it. Your cock? I feel it throbbing through the screen. You want to jerk off so bad, don’t you? But you’re scared — scared she’ll wake up and find you… worshiping me.
Good.
But you didn’t call her, did you, loser?
You called me.
Your real queen.
The one you crave.
The one your cock stays hard for while she’s wrapped in cotton pajamas and innocence.
And look at you — trembling at the sound of my voice, jumping every time she shifts. You’re dripping with guilt… and arousal. That little pulse in your neck? I see it. Your cock? I feel it throbbing through the screen. You want to jerk off so bad, don’t you? But you’re scared — scared she’ll wake up and find you… worshiping me.
Good.
