Raw

she was his favourite *****
forever marked
from the inside-out
first time
every time
bathed in lust
pulls him inside
as if hanging from a cliff
holding onto life

eyes murder
legs contort
teeth and tongue
working on his length
dazed by his growls
lost in every second
of another desperate union
glazed in tears

she knows he’s just playing
for he loves her so
his favourite doll

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