Eths la chair et le sang

Rock her! In her belly, little girl, little whore. He entered, a dark face, an impure male. Closer to you, let his fingers penetrate. She's dirty. She is hurt. Windows and doors are closed, he has entered. Love it! Sacred, closed family. Like a mass, a regular ritual, every evening the door opens. Mom! yet she had made her bed. Mom! His sheets, his bed are soiled. Mom... ! Give yourself to him, his remorse is an escapade, he deflowers you. Give it to yourself, but don’t shout too loudly! His dirty fingers stained your body. Again, he touches you, so much, your skin is soft.