If you didn't want it, you wouldn't dress that way.

Oh my little train slut in your pink tee and fuscia lipstick

Oh how I want to fuck you rotten

Let your hair fall as your lips clench around my cock
Pushing the back of your head as I cum down your throat

Fighting for air as you take it all in
Crying as you gag and cough
Used again for all that you're good for

Your crusty diseased pussy and stained panties
Litter the toilets of east bound trains
Your knees scarred from non-slip floors
Your "PINK" labeled ass now red and raw

Call your family
Call your abusers

I think they should know