When I was slaving away at a 9-5, I had this twisted fantasy that kept creepin’ in deep. There was an atrium in the corporate office as you entered the forbidden fruit. Apple, that is.
In this atrium I imagined all those men that assumed the top dog position over me, including my ex’s, lined up, EXECution-style, each one being roasted as I grabbed their nuts asking, “Do you kiss me just to miss me?”
BOO HOO, BREAKING UP IS HARD TO DO.
Each bowed down to me with their dicks in a line, doggie-style, begging for a lickin’.
Sinkin’ their nuts like 8 balls, I gave them all a well-tuned blow job as a final “Fuck You.”
BOW DOWN BEFORE THE ONE YOU SERVE, YOU’RE GOING TO GET WHAT YOU DESERVE.
THE CRYSTAL APPLE SAID SO.
HOW’S THAT FOR TOP EXhibtionist??
TAKE A BITE.
I DOUBLE DOG DARE YA.