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Against her will

I fucked him until he was dead
While he held a gun to my head.
He is immortal she said.
The robber committing the crime
Didn't think he'd be mine
The training I've had wasn't read.
While he was in the middle of it
Too occupied by the feeling
I grabbed the gun off him quick
The last thing I remember was an obscure looking face
While I shot off his dick.
Written by SAngel
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