I fucked her up, I fucked her down,
I fucked her cunt into the ground.
She squealed and squirmed,
She screamed and cried.
I laughed so hard I almost died.
I laughed about her hapless plight.
I screwed her twat from day to night.
Across the lawn and up the stairs,
knocked over drinks, knocked over chairs.
At last spent, I tumbled off.
I panted, puffed and finally coughed.
“Oh no, you don’t,” she cried aloud,
“You’ll carry on, you’ll make me proud.”
She grabbed my punished demon stick.
It wasn’t hard but it was slick.
It disappeared into her maw,
She sucked it hard against her jaw.
I moaned and trembled knowing well,
I had just started into hell.
She sucked all night,
She wanted more.
I should have slammed it in the door.
Now, I’ll be ruined at least a week
And no more pussy will I seek.
I am wrung out, completely dried.
She still is not quite satisfied.
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