I fucked him because
I wanted to be fucked by you.
Because I NEEDED
to be fucked by you,
to fill up the empty space
left by your absence.
His cock was huge and rock hard
but I could not feel it.
Yours just fits so perfectly in my vagina,
as if it was born there.
He banged me hard and slapped
and choked me
and my mind was with you.
I screamed loud and I was
still with you.
He came
and I overflew with you.
What the hell did you do to me?
I want myself back.
NOW
6 comments:
love?
maybe..but no i dont think so... i would rather call it obsession..
or folly...
yea an obsession
The love that hurts..
ossessione è la parola giusta...
Qualsiasi sia il suo nome è in circolo.Come il sangue.E' il paradosso di questi "amori".Ti danno la vita e te la tolgono, sono loro a scandire il tempo, a decidere l'umore
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