Stop searching for that little slut,
Because I put her in the basement,
And I chained her up.
I grabbed her head,
I opened her mouth,
She sucked my dick,
As she begged to get out.
I liked her body,
So I ripped off her clothes,
I licked her hairless pussy
And I called her a hoe.
But over time her pussy became loose,
She started looking older,
And she looked like a goose.
So I grabbed her head,
I slit her throat,
I gave her tits one more grope.
Stop searching for that little slut,
She's dead in my gaden,
And she's all cut up.
Submitted: October 05, 2015
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