"Slip it in, go on I can take it,*
"Slowly eager ******,
"She groans as a mixture of euphoria and pain,
"Do you want it to the hilt?
"Can you take that much in one go,
"Just push it in slow,
"I can take it I think,
"I ****** it in her, she bleeds a little,
"Who is more excited?
"I pull it out slowly,
"Arrr baby that feels good,
"That was deeper then before,
"When can I stick in you,
"We never said we would do that,
"Are you scared,
"I'll only do it once,
"She gets ready,
"I can see the excitement on her face,
"Now don't be a chicken,
"Bgirrk bruk bruk bruk,
"Just get it over,
"But not to the hilt,
"I mean it,
"I think your enjoying this a little to much,
"Don't be a baby that was barely the tip,
"God is the buzz you felt,
"It hurts, I think I'm going to be sick,
"O' my god,
"What are you doing,
She smiles as he turns silent,
Cherry red seeped out, and he lay slumped
On the ground, lifeless stained,
What had started as curiosity, as twisted trusting fun.
She had done her first, the one she loved.
Now the next would be just a lunge in the ,
Draining upon different floors. she had put
It in once and was addicted at the felling
Of putting it in,
Deeper the better not just the tip but to the hilt.