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Until It Hurts
When we left the gynecologist office she couldn’t look at me
I asked what’s wrong-she softly said she needed surgery,
“What the fuck baby-what the hell is this shit
She said it was because of all the power fucking and deep dick,
“Thinking to myself the many times she said she could manage
Now her pussy needs knife work from the sexual damage,
“We have been fucking without mercy for four months straight
In the afternoon, evening and everytime after we wake,
“Three times of more until we’re motherfuckin sore
And after every encounter she would collapse on the floor,
“Holding her stomach while back to the bed she would crawl
Rising on shaky legs wanting me to fuck her against the wall,
“I ask if she’s alright-she nods she’s fine
Which usually leads to anal and a shit-nasty dick grind,
“Graveyard deep without using a shovel
Causing her afterwards to shit in little pebbles,
“Never once she tap or scream she can’t take nomore
Begging for me to hurt the pussy and go hardcore,
“Legs in the air while she stare into my eyes
Feeling the full force as I get savage between her thighs,
“Scratches on my back like signatures from a slave master’s whip
Holding my waist tight so I couldn’t slip,
“Moaning, cussing and catching bedside religion
Becoming dick intoxicated from the sexual feeling,
“Whenever I cum I fill her pussy up galore
Causing her to franticly fuck me back, because she wants more,
“Or swallow my dick until I damn near pass out
Having me nerve gas shaking as drool run out my mouth,
“Those memories were three weeks ago and pre-cuming sweet
Having me rise instantly to my feet,
“Just in time to see her smiling covered by a white sheet
Thinking about my dick before the anesthesiologist put her to sleep”.
I asked what’s wrong-she softly said she needed surgery,
“What the fuck baby-what the hell is this shit
She said it was because of all the power fucking and deep dick,
“Thinking to myself the many times she said she could manage
Now her pussy needs knife work from the sexual damage,
“We have been fucking without mercy for four months straight
In the afternoon, evening and everytime after we wake,
“Three times of more until we’re motherfuckin sore
And after every encounter she would collapse on the floor,
“Holding her stomach while back to the bed she would crawl
Rising on shaky legs wanting me to fuck her against the wall,
“I ask if she’s alright-she nods she’s fine
Which usually leads to anal and a shit-nasty dick grind,
“Graveyard deep without using a shovel
Causing her afterwards to shit in little pebbles,
“Never once she tap or scream she can’t take nomore
Begging for me to hurt the pussy and go hardcore,
“Legs in the air while she stare into my eyes
Feeling the full force as I get savage between her thighs,
“Scratches on my back like signatures from a slave master’s whip
Holding my waist tight so I couldn’t slip,
“Moaning, cussing and catching bedside religion
Becoming dick intoxicated from the sexual feeling,
“Whenever I cum I fill her pussy up galore
Causing her to franticly fuck me back, because she wants more,
“Or swallow my dick until I damn near pass out
Having me nerve gas shaking as drool run out my mouth,
“Those memories were three weeks ago and pre-cuming sweet
Having me rise instantly to my feet,
“Just in time to see her smiling covered by a white sheet
Thinking about my dick before the anesthesiologist put her to sleep”.
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