Hungry for cock

In a passionate haze, she longs for more,
Craving pleasure to her very core.
For hours they've fucked, bodies intertwined,
But still, an ache persists in her mind.

“Still hungry for cock, you fucking slut?”

His words so harsh, his tone so rough,
Only fuel her desires, make them enough.
He zips his pants, weary and bored,
Yet picks up a dildo, her pleasure restored.

"Bend over, my little bitch," he commands,
She obeys eagerly, following his demands.
On her knees, naked and exposed,
He thrusts inside her, as her moans arose.

“Like that? That’s how you want it? Isnt it you pathetic cock hungry whore?”

Mocking and sneering, he gives her disdain,
She's nothing more than an annoying pain.
Using rough hands, he ploughs her with might,
Her desperation disgusts him, it's not right.

But she pushes back, craving his touch,
Her lip bitten, she feels it so much.
He calls her slut, bitch, hungry for cock,
And with each thrust, she feels the shock.

Finally, she climaxes, a tremor within,
He releases the dildo, letting her begin,
To remove and clean, her body spent,
As he glances over and spits, discontent.