Fuck Thing

Her shame is written on her face
So why has she come to his place.
This is not for a wife whose virtue's known
But here she is so far from home.
He looks at her and can plainly see
Her breathing's ragged, how could it be.
His hand reaches out to touch her skin
She gasps at the touch that now begins.
He speaks to her in a voice that's firm
He commands her body, she starts to squirm
He calls her his Toy, but he's in no rush
He admires her body and strokes her butt
He calls her Cunt and she moans so loud
Her control is lost, she's on a cloud
He whispers soft and makes her strip
Then reaches out to take her tits
Her nipples are hard as he pulls and squeeze
Then he backs off, she cannot breath.
His cock pulled out, she drops to her knees
He takes her mouth just how he pleases
She's used by him and he rapes her face
Her arousal peaks while he humiliates.
She feels degraded but her feelings are more
He treats her like his owned slut whore
He's calling her names that are so blunt
Then makes her stroke her clit and cunt
She's spread so wide upon the floor
She is his Fuck Toy and she craves more.
He tells he later to his will she'll bend
He'll give her naked to some of his friends
His words ignite deep held fantasies
A gang raped whore taught not to tease
Her fingers are flying and her body sings
She hears him say, "Now cum Fuck Thing."