Conversing With Myself
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Conversing With Myself
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You don't remember me do you?
That night a long time ago when I
Snuck into your house and I raped
And beat you
You thought I was
Your husband so you warmed up
To me real nice until you turned the
Light on and saw me sitting there with a knife
My hand went over your
Mouth as you tried to fucking scream
Then I tore open your blouse my
Cock was hard with excrement
I savaged your dry cunt as my fist
Dismantled your face I wanting to
Cum inside you but I decided not
To leave a trace
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