Tears well up in my eyes,
Blood drips down my thighs,
My cheeks are so sore,
I protested I am sure.
I don't even know his name,
I try to ignore the shame,
He continues relentless,
I feel so helpless.
He was charming and hot,
And my morals I forgot,
So I let this new boy,
Be the first to use my ass as a toy.
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