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Click hereIt's midnight. We're sweating in the small bed,
breathing hard in the stuffy hotel room.
I'm lying beneath you with my legs spread
your rubber cock nearly reaching my womb.
You've mercilessly pierced me and I've bled:
lulled by your touch, entranced by your perfume.
I don't want to be played with. What I've seen
tells me I won't like this affair's ending.
This can't be true love. Love would not demean
me or your girlfriend. Though I'm intending
to expose your nature--selfish, obscene--
deliver you to judgment unbending....
Eagerly, I gave my virginity.
My pleasure, my hymen's blood, fetters me.
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