Raw! His red pen fetch for more top designs
Her paper squeezes and her table shakes 
Thus, he fears to keep writing his free signs
She can't say if it sucks or really aches

Soon the paper becomes so wet in chain 
And the depth of his free writing was deep
His cum couldn't appease her groaning pain
Yet, it was a violent and intense  weep

Down the lane, it rocks and frequently rocks
Above the cliff is a roaring silence 
And the pale innocent heart got more shocks 
Of his unrelenting push drowning bunce

Should she vomits that messed love without trace 
She will be ever thankful for the grace