​It’s Sunday she’s on her knees to pray 

But not to the Lord above 

She yearns for rougher love

She’s  bound and kneeling

Awaiting that unstoppable feeling

She’s been denied for a day

Now her mistress will give her what she needs

Oh, this dirty little whore she’ll feed

She’s waiting 

She’s lusting 

Dying for a good thrusting 

She’s never been this wet before

She is craving the taste

Craving the pain

She wants it all and more

She knows she is a dirty little whore

She loves being called that 

To her it’s a matter of pride

Her lust she can not hide


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