Hermione

Will you make me burn like a dry log? Hermione, fatuous fire, queen of the yes-no.

Walk, Hermione, walk
like the blinded flame that makes me get scorched in pajas
sending me to the social hell of the indecency, Hermiona Culona.



Hermione is rejection and attraction, she's strong and weak; insecure as iron; Hermione.
And the loneliness of a wolf Hermione has; but she's a girl
fuck off, then.

How many times my eyes sought yours, Hermione?

Sought?

How many times I passed by close to you, begging for a look of your eyes?
Begging for a wank of your boobs.

Because I just wanted to lick and caress your white calves, your soft tummy, your forbidden buttocks that smell like oranges
and blah and bluh
and hah and hahaha.

And make love to you, make you mine, possession, abuse, disrespect Hermione, mine, property.
I don't care what you want, I like all women in the world, but I like you more.

Important is to me submerse this fury between your milky tits, to be your bastardo, loving you during an endless night
white or not, the night
endless maybe, metaphorically speaking
Hermione, Hermionísima, Hermione Hormiona, hormonal slut, Hermione Hormonal, Hermione Horizontal, won't let me fuck you in vertical? You are really vaginal, let me be an animal, bestial beast, Hermione Anal.

Fucking you loving and loving and loving and fucking you, to show you what I feel:
ardor, fury, Hermione, sexual fury, a strange scheme in which you are simply a fuckdoll, Hermione! Hermione! I'm a slave!

Who cares? Hermione, who cares.

Hermione maldita, Hermione of my glans, if only... if only you would lick the surplus of milk flowing from the tip of my cock after the cumshot, Hermione
like the sweetest little cream.