Why is this sick fuck doing this to me?? You stay inside me to torture me even longer. Again taunting me with the threat of your rape seed creating life in my womb.
I push myself forwad, defeated, onto the gravel. It feels better to me than your hands groping my breasts. I pray with all my heart, and will with my mind, that I am still "safe" and wriggle underneath you trying in vain to remove your flaccid pens form me and allow the ooze to escape.
"Why wuld you do this to me?"
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