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Dark Angel
Dark angel
She walks the back streets
Black fingernails, greasy hair
Torn stockings,
Like she doesn't care
The haunted looks and the far off stare...
In the back alley, he slips her some cash
She rolls the bills
And in her boot she will stash
She backs up to a doorway
And drops her panties down
He pushes her to her knees
Down upon the dirty cold ground
He grabs a handful of her hair
And orders her to take out his cock
She does as she's told
He is big, and as hard as rock
He forces his cock in her mouth
Still pulling on her hair...
She gags as he chokes her with his size
But he doesn't notice.. or care
Both hands on the back of her head
He now picks up the pace
He is slamming so unmercifully
Into her pretty young face.
He is getting ready to cum
But doesn't want to blow
Down the throat of this whore
He knows which way he wants to go.....
Still yanking on her hair,
He pulls her mouth from him
He pushes her on all fours
He kneels behind and rams himself in
He plans to fuck her good
But always goes just one more
He's fucking her tight little arse
She is just a god damn whore..
Inside she feels on fire
As he tears her up inside
Her tears fall down her face
He is splitting her oh so wide
She knows that damage is done
And she is now beyond the pain
She will extract his cum tonight
In this cold October rain
She grits her teeth and grinds...
He is slamming faster now
His breath is coming quick
She arches her hips back
As his cum spurts out of his dick
He's cum up so deep inside
His shriveled cock hangs on her thigh
The cum is oozing out her arse
The stinging makes her cry
She says her prayer of thanks
That she lived another night
She will eat again tomorrow
And she will be alright.....
The rain will wash away her tears.....
Dark angel of the night
Find the brightest light
Drawn like a moth to a flame
To play your naughty games....
So you may live again
.......She walks the back streets
Black fingernails, greasy hair
Torn stockings,
Like she doesn't care.......
She walks the back streets
Black fingernails, greasy hair
Torn stockings,
Like she doesn't care
The haunted looks and the far off stare...
In the back alley, he slips her some cash
She rolls the bills
And in her boot she will stash
She backs up to a doorway
And drops her panties down
He pushes her to her knees
Down upon the dirty cold ground
He grabs a handful of her hair
And orders her to take out his cock
She does as she's told
He is big, and as hard as rock
He forces his cock in her mouth
Still pulling on her hair...
She gags as he chokes her with his size
But he doesn't notice.. or care
Both hands on the back of her head
He now picks up the pace
He is slamming so unmercifully
Into her pretty young face.
He is getting ready to cum
But doesn't want to blow
Down the throat of this whore
He knows which way he wants to go.....
Still yanking on her hair,
He pulls her mouth from him
He pushes her on all fours
He kneels behind and rams himself in
He plans to fuck her good
But always goes just one more
He's fucking her tight little arse
She is just a god damn whore..
Inside she feels on fire
As he tears her up inside
Her tears fall down her face
He is splitting her oh so wide
She knows that damage is done
And she is now beyond the pain
She will extract his cum tonight
In this cold October rain
She grits her teeth and grinds...
He is slamming faster now
His breath is coming quick
She arches her hips back
As his cum spurts out of his dick
He's cum up so deep inside
His shriveled cock hangs on her thigh
The cum is oozing out her arse
The stinging makes her cry
She says her prayer of thanks
That she lived another night
She will eat again tomorrow
And she will be alright.....
The rain will wash away her tears.....
Dark angel of the night
Find the brightest light
Drawn like a moth to a flame
To play your naughty games....
So you may live again
.......She walks the back streets
Black fingernails, greasy hair
Torn stockings,
Like she doesn't care.......
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