Her day started bad then got worse
Because that day she lost her purse
I found it strolling though the woods
My intentions started out good
House keys, eyeliner a picture of her (now she’s in danger)
Her home address was also there a thought crossed my mind
Do I dare?
Seeking reward, knocked on her door saw her
Thought gore
(cause her pain spill her blood leave her stained
gave her purse back filled with a brick
she looked shocked as I popped her left tit
next swing I snapped something
third blow increased blood flow
one more showed her the floor
got nude set to get rude
Fist fucked her mouth, got the teeth out
Safe for sexing no doubt
Watched gore and whore mingling
Felt that funny tingling
Almost rape, premature ejaculraper
Front doorbell went ring
It sent me fleeing panicking
I broke my neck when I slipped
in my spent load what a twist