She lay back hoping it'd be better
He pushed her skirt up and started to grind
He reached under to get at her
Maybe if she just shut her eyes she wouldn't mind
She felt him feeling her with his swell
Wished she cared enough to show him bliss
Like a blind man trying to find the doorbell
He poked at everything and missed
He finally found the mark
She felt something but it was never enough
He acted like he was making art
She just wished he'd get real rough
A few minutes later he was done
And she was still stuck in second gear
Nothing to show for this but his slimy cum
Dripping out of her like slow tears
He took out another hundred
Thanks for making it so great
She put it next to her on the bed
Gotta go, I'm gonna be late
The door slammed and she sighed
Heard him on the stairs and started the wait
Wanted to but had no time to cry
Had to get ready for another date
2 comments:
and you don't always get paid to feel like this
Wow, I love how you word things. I honestly could feel what she was feeling although I don't have the "dates" she has, but I have spoke to people who have been through this and watched a documentary on it as well. I love how you hit on issues that might make others a bit uncomfortable!
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