i'm waiting. for the innocent girl who was sold to her parents and bought by me. i'm waiting. for the chance to devour the breasts of the little girl who has developed precociously. to rub and squeeze them so much that the cells divide. i'm waiting. to soak my saliva into the fine pores of her delicate skin, marking her even in the deep layers. i'm waiting. to thrust this thrust into the depths of her small, narrow flesh folds until she breaks. i'm waiting. to scatter the seed juice in the depths of those depths. i'm waiting. to irresponsibly impregnate a girl with a body that could easily make a baby. i'm waiting. i'm waiting. i'm waiting. i'm waiting. i'm waiting.
