Samantha with the dark eye shadow
and the generous hips,
she whined when she was hungry,
angry, or dissatisfied in any conceivable way.
A hard **** session allowed me
to exorcise the meteor shower of madness
she regularly rained down upon my world.
Spreading that tight ***** with my ****,
feeling her flesh stretch wide
around my shaft
delivered a true sense of retribution.
Listening to her whimper through a clenched jaw
while she bit down on her bottom lip
brought almost the same satisfaction
as the ****** when I pushed in deep
to fill her with ***.

Fortunately for the both of us,
I knew we were finished
once the whining fueled my desire to flee,
rather than the need to balance
the scales of justice.