R*** is not abuse. Abuse is failure to r***. Failure to f*** a kid is neglect. Go ahead, take down the knickers, hold the kid still and f***, f***, f*** the b**.
A stiff straight r***** 7″ c*** sinks into the uncovered b** of a little boy. The c*** hurts a bit at first. Then the pleasure starts. R*** me, says the boy, push the c*** deeper into my b**, f*** me, oh God, please f*** me as hard as you know how, my b** is full of love for you, my c*** is full of piss.
The r***** pulls the little boy’s knickers down and teases the c*** inside them. He makes the c*** hard, he teases the c***. The little boy’s beautiful c*** falls in love with the r*****’s hand as it grasps his little c***, pumps the c*** and squeezes his firm, loaded balls. The little boy pisses over the r*****’s hand, then orgasms. His c*** and balls love the r*****, his knickers are wet with hot piss, the little boy loves his r***** and enjoys his sore b**.
The little boy’s b** falls in love with the stiff r***** c***. The b** loves the r***** c***. The b** worships and adores the c*** that r**** it. Little boys love their p*** rapists. They long for the powerful o***** that only a p*** r***** can give them. Cute boys should be stripped from the waist down and fucked by a big, straight, hard r***** c***. Whom my boyfriend loves, he r****. For r*** is love.