Shotade Suyon (en inglés)

Shotade Suyon
Harassing me until morning, haunting me in my dreams
My master is a p-e-r-v-e-r-t
Fingers tracing my hip, molesting me with a foresight
I swear I could've died three times

You tremble in my arms
And we dance through the night as I remove your pretty clothes
A stranger appears
With a murmuring voice
His tight grasp on a banana,
He claims me greedily
A twisted meeting in the castle
Recorded into video
The stubborn little boy rasps
As he nears his end
Inside the locked room, the angel and the gentleman melted within each other
There's nothing after? Finished so soon?
My master bids me goodnight
As you lock the door before you leave
I reached and held onto his clothes
You press your lips against mine
The pleasant urge to run is missing
Stop teasing me and hurry up
I can't do this on my own
Even with my hand covering my mouth
You'd hear my cry "master" with your every thrust
"What...am I feeling?"
"Horny, my princess?"
"It gets wet when
you feel...impish..."

The moment you hear me moaning
You'd drive me deeper into my dream
I reach for a thin towel amidst our a passion
Right before I lose my senses
Your voice strains,
As you throw the last of my clothes away
I could that your eyes sparked
With fire as you gazed upon me
Your lewd soul
Is spattered with captivation
I couldn't urge it yet, and you played with me
Right now, time stops
And we embrace each other
I wanted our pulses
To synchronize one by one
You remain warm within me
Attacking me with an upsurge
That was more than I could bear
Come, let's end it...together