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My Torture
Your hand goes down
I try to push you away
You force your hand into me
Making me scream anyway
I beg you to stop
You continue anyway
Tears stream down my face
I feel like a disgrace
You slowly pull down my gramets
You pull me up by my armpits
Setting me on you
On your hard cock
You make me rock
I cry for you to stop
You moan and thrust more
You make me cry
I feel like I want to die
Then I feel something warm
Within my core
Im confused at first
Then I know its for the worst
We are at the end
You will fill me soon
With your seed
And make me swoon
You mark me as yours
Then you scream and plunge deeper
And deeper into me
Filling me
WIth your seed
Marking me
With your frim
Grasp upon my neck
With your teeth
I gasp out
I know that my life
Maybe runied for sure
But now I dont care
You start again
With the help from your little friend
Throughout the night
I scream with all my might
Trying to escape
From you
I try to push you away
You force your hand into me
Making me scream anyway
I beg you to stop
You continue anyway
Tears stream down my face
I feel like a disgrace
You slowly pull down my gramets
You pull me up by my armpits
Setting me on you
On your hard cock
You make me rock
I cry for you to stop
You moan and thrust more
You make me cry
I feel like I want to die
Then I feel something warm
Within my core
Im confused at first
Then I know its for the worst
We are at the end
You will fill me soon
With your seed
And make me swoon
You mark me as yours
Then you scream and plunge deeper
And deeper into me
Filling me
WIth your seed
Marking me
With your frim
Grasp upon my neck
With your teeth
I gasp out
I know that my life
Maybe runied for sure
But now I dont care
You start again
With the help from your little friend
Throughout the night
I scream with all my might
Trying to escape
From you
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