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Bed Springs Eternal

He hears the springs of her bed groan again;
And it’s no wonder, for he has her bent,
Bum up upon her mattress; he will rain
A hail of wicked blows and, then, present
His hard cock to her hole, he’ll penetrate
The cunt in one swift movement and will take
Her tangled hair in his hand; she will ache
For more, head back and ready for a rape
A Sabine girl would dream of, if she knew
A Roman who would fuck her half as hard
As he does now, while spanking her anew;
She loves the thought that he has surely marred
A maiden’s rest through the fucking in train
Upon that bed, while those springs groan again.
Written by SweetOblivion
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