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Tore at her clothes
Pawed at her figure and
Clawed at her flesh.
He defiled her body as he thrust inside of her, though innocence not stolen.
If thoughts were available she would be forever broken.
Pinned down in her turmoil - bloody and bruised.
Handcuffs still cold
Providing their hold.
His pace increased
And thus the pain.
How could their be pleasure
In this act? From comments, refrain.
Claw marks deepen
Climaxes arise
Blindfolded and gagged she groans in surprise.
A fist to her face
She relies on what's heard.
There's no stopping the beast
She forgot the safe word... ;)
Pawed at her figure and
Clawed at her flesh.
He defiled her body as he thrust inside of her, though innocence not stolen.
If thoughts were available she would be forever broken.
Pinned down in her turmoil - bloody and bruised.
Handcuffs still cold
Providing their hold.
His pace increased
And thus the pain.
How could their be pleasure
In this act? From comments, refrain.
Claw marks deepen
Climaxes arise
Blindfolded and gagged she groans in surprise.
A fist to her face
She relies on what's heard.
There's no stopping the beast
She forgot the safe word... ;)
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