It Comes With The Territory

He kissed me against the wall. My brain spoke to me, my body didn't listen. He felt me up, my body said yes, my brain said no. On my back, my pants off, my back arched as he penetrated me, my head kept screening at me to tell him to stop. Too late, he had cum.

I sat across from him, "are you satisfied? You got my ass pregnant". "Are you going to make a good mother?". Fuck you, asshole, and I got up.

Getting married eight months pregnant doesn't make for good pictures. He wanted his piece of ass. Mother fucker.

I'm a good mother, he's as immature now as he was when he got me pregnant. But he's the man, 'high five' said his brother. 'Got her good, she can't run far with a big belly'. Took me down at eight months, I ran out of wind. And I was 'brung' to the court house, and he told me I was getting married.

It comes with the territory.