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He grabs your wrist, throws you to the ground
Your gasping for breath is the only sound
Your body is tired, too drained and sore
He spits on you and begs you for more
You make it to your feet, attempt to run
Needless to say, this is the start of his fun
He grabs your t-shirt, pulls you near
Becomes aroused as he smells your fear
He gets that crazed look in his eye
His penis is pointed towards the sky
He strokes your body using calloused hands
Applying pressure so you'll meet his demands
He kicks you down, you land on your knees
Saying "Suck on this, you filthy fucking tease"
You begin undoing his button and fly
Knowing the consequences if you defy
You take a deep breath, that’s all you have to do
He shoves it far in your throat, you almost spew
Grabs the back of your head, to push and pull
He keeps his head empty, and keeps your mouth full
Bored with oral pleasure, he pulls you up by your hair
Eyes you up from head to toe, this long, cold stare
Awkward pause of silence, now the moment that you dread
He tears off your clothing, seam by seam, thread by thread
He doesn’t take notice the colour of your eyes
He’s too busy focusing on your unstable thighs
He licks his lips and smiles a wicked grin
His mind is overflowing with evil and sin
Clasping on to your throat, heaves you down on the floor
He grabs your ankles tightly, wants you to beg for more
His fingers enter “Stay still you fucking slut”
His nails are jagged, you feel your flesh cut
You try to squirm away, but his other hand restraints
His rhythm increases, preventing your complaints
Devastating moments pass, so painful, but brief
He finally exits you, a short sense of relief
He pulls himself closer, and grabs your thighs tight
He thrusts his penis inside you with all of his might
He plunges continually from shallow to deep
You feel so degraded, so dirty and cheap
by Tricky45
