I can be your dirty old man.
The old fat fart who creeps on you in the night. Who tells you to not wake anyone.
The one who enjoys your fear as you feel my hand moving up over your naked body. The one with the stinky breath hitting you in the face as I move up to violently kiss you despite your muffled protests. The heavyset fatty who weighs you down as I lie on top of you.
I can be your dirty old man.
The man who smells like he needed a shower two winters ago. The one who finds pleasure in violating your pristine, nice-smelling skin with his stinky sweat. The old creeper who never got any in his youth, but sees you as his rightful target and is determined to experience pleasure through your cries. It is my time now. You need to accept that you are mine and allow me full control of you. Don't tell anyone about this, you little slut!
I can be your dirty old man.
The one who suddenly has to unbutton his pants and pull it out. The hand that forces your head against his musty crotch. The one who finds ecstasy in being the defiler of innocence. The one whose cock grows inside your young mouth and lets out a moan as you are forced to go to work. The penetration into your most holy area, where nobody can ever be allowed to go, but I nevertheless make myself at home.
I can be your dirty old man.
The sticky old man-semen that flows into your pink insides while I let out a cry of relief. The heavy fucker who falls exhausted onto you while you are stuck underneath and forced to snivel in a pool of bodily fluids. The one who leaves you, content like a cat who ate the canary, while you silently wipe yourself off in shame.
I can be your dirty old man.
And you can be my fucked up little cumbucket.