Hurt You

byAlphonso©

Your womanhood is soooo vicious
He wanna hurt you
Apply pressure on your dripping folds
Intensely, drive his cock to make them swollen
He increase the level of hardcore action
while your muscles have multiple contractions
Baby, he likes it rough
If you can really hang tough
Each time he penetrates, it's with force
Sweating to death in this intercourse
The fire in your thighs just burns
in the rhythm of twists and turns
You got his mood in the zone
as he smack that G-spot bone
He's gonna sink this boat
Let his anchor in your ripples float
Flip the "little girl" inside out and beat her dead
You turning red to hold on to the bed
Feel the heat from his steam
before he fills you with cream
Y'all bodies aching and baking
when he gets to spanking
His flesh you start biting
It's the punishment you're fighting
He's striking with lightning
His real purpose is to make you peak and incredibly sore
Scream STOP and you don't want no more

©2008, Alphonso Taylor. All rights reserved.
No republication of this material, in any form or medium, is permitted without express permission of the author.

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