Plastic Whore Romance by Dead
you don't deserve attention
you don't deserve respect
no space for tons of shoes
I don't have to buy you flowers
just need air and my dick deep within
oh, how I love your smooth plastic-skin
you take all that I want
and give me feelings that I need
you don't want me to thank you
or even Valentines greet
you don't grow old & you don't have to shave
oh, how I love you, my sweet plastic-slave!
I'm addicted to your silence and your well-formed tits
my prick is deep inside you, inside your soft plastic
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