JasmineUK

It's Coming Home

Don’t hit me

Just coz England lost

You’re pissed

And it’s not right

It’s not my fault

Leave me

No I don’t want sex

Not when you’re like this

You say you love me

But this ain’t love

No I don’t want your cock

Put it away

No, Leave me

Go away

No, leave me

Now look what you’ve done

You’ve ripped my new top

No, stop hitting me

Ok, ok, please

Ok, I’ll suck your cock

And that’s it, ok?

I’m not feeling well

Mmmmm

Ok, is that better?

MMuurgh

Gentle, let me do it

I’ll swallow for you,

Ok? Just let me do it

MMMuuurgh

Yer HWurrting

Mmmuurgh, mmuurrgh, mmuurrgh ………..

 

No, No

Don’t fuck me

I don’t want it

A blow job ok

Just a blow job

No, No Stop hitting me

Stop hitting

Ouww! Ouww!

No!

Please!

PLEASE!

PLEASE NO!

Comments2

  • tepo

    I live in Glasgow
    Every time the old firm play
    Domestic violence goes through the roof
    I get it
    Brilliantly yet chillingly written
    Feel a bit guilty for admiring it so much
    Superb

  • Goldfinch60

    Very strong write - football has a great deal for which to answer.



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