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It Means Nothing to Me
You came back
To see if I would get in
Your car with you….
Being drunk and melancholy,
I did it.
Of course I did.
You take me for a "ride"
Just driving
In your black Camaro
Pull into an empty parking lot
Barely lit
And somehow shuffle me into
The backseat
Lift up my skirt
And wet my pussy with your
Tongue, push your face
Deep into my cunt
Coming up for air sometimes
Lifting your face to me
…my dark angel,
My perfect dark angel….
And then in haste, unbutton your pants
You fuck me, you grunt, you fuck
And I don’t want to like it,
I know this is bad,
You're a married man.
I really know this time
It’s bad,
But you fuck me
Anyway
Your body hard and heavy
You fuck with deep, practiced
Thrusts
We cum
Together for some reason
But I don’t love you
I’m not sure I even like you
But perhaps that’s exactly the beauty
Of just fucking
For fuck's sake.
To see if I would get in
Your car with you….
Being drunk and melancholy,
I did it.
Of course I did.
You take me for a "ride"
Just driving
In your black Camaro
Pull into an empty parking lot
Barely lit
And somehow shuffle me into
The backseat
Lift up my skirt
And wet my pussy with your
Tongue, push your face
Deep into my cunt
Coming up for air sometimes
Lifting your face to me
…my dark angel,
My perfect dark angel….
And then in haste, unbutton your pants
You fuck me, you grunt, you fuck
And I don’t want to like it,
I know this is bad,
You're a married man.
I really know this time
It’s bad,
But you fuck me
Anyway
Your body hard and heavy
You fuck with deep, practiced
Thrusts
We cum
Together for some reason
But I don’t love you
I’m not sure I even like you
But perhaps that’s exactly the beauty
Of just fucking
For fuck's sake.
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