Who's Praying at That Altar?

Letra

Katie’s Pussy Yeah…
Katie’s pussy got me fucking possessed,
Wet silk that grips, twists, and digs deep in my chest.
That dripping slit don’t just sit — it owns the whole night,
Swallowing dick, making me twitch, turning me into a bitch for that tight,
Hot, gushing, pulsing, juice-flooded heaven between her thighs.
I’m not praying to God no more, I’m on my knees for that pussy’s eyes. But first she drops and takes me whole,
Lips stretching wide as she deep-throats my soul,
Pushing past her tongue till my cock hits the back of her throat,
Gagging, choking, spit running down while she swallows every stroke.
That throat is a second pussy, tight and wet and greedy for more,
She holds me there, nose buried in my base, letting me feel that warm, pulsing core. Then I flip her and sink into that cunt, the high priest with a throbbing offering,
Sliding in slow then slamming deep, hearing that wet gluck-gluck offering.
Soft, sticky walls that clamp, ripple, and milk me every single time.
I bury my face and drown in the heat, tongue-fucking the folds till she floods,
Lapping that creamy, tangy nectar while she grinds that pussy like a drug.
Clit hard as a diamond, I suck it, flick it, make her thighs shake and lock,
Then I sink my cock to the hilt and feel that pussy snap and lock. It don’t just take dick — it devours it, claims it, ruins it for anything else.
That velvety, greedy, dripping tunnel turns my balls into empty shells.
Every stroke she squeezes harder, milk-milking me like she’s starving for seed,
That pussy’s a black hole, a wet war-machine, making a grown man plead. I nut so deep the cum backs up and leaks around my shaft in thick white rivers,
Flooding her cunt till it overflows, running down her ass in sticky slivers.
I pull out and paint her tits with heavy ropes, coating both soft mounds,
Then I grab those slippery tits and massage the cum all over, rubbing it around,
Smearing it into her skin, across her nipples, down her stomach in shiny white trails,
Working that thick load into her body while she moans and her whole frame quails. She opens her mouth again and I feed her the rest,
Shoving my still-hard cock down her throat while cum drips off her chest.
She deep-throats the mess, swallowing what she can, the rest spilling out the sides,
Katie’s body gets drenched in cum from head to toe, every inch of her place.
Thick white rivers running between her tits, pooling in her navel, dripping off her chin,
I massage it deeper into her skin, turning her into a glistening, cum-soaked sin.
Her pussy still pulsing, still dripping my seed, mixed with her own messy flood,
I push back in and nut again, watching more cum leak out in a creamy, heavy flood. I’m a slave to that pretty, pink, cream-coated, cock-drunk hole.
I’d die in that pussy, drown in that juice, get buried in that soul. Katie’s pussy is the altar, the drug, the god, the whole fucking religion.
I eat it, fuck it, worship it, beg it, and still can’t get enough of the friction.
Just like my dick when it’s buried balls-deep in Katie’s perfect, greedy,
Dripping, throbbing, cum-hungry, life-ruining, soul-owning
 pussy.