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With a touch, he makes me erupt Bound, by hand to foot I am pleasured, first by tease The smallest nibble The smallest lick Arching, straining bonds Reaching for more, Muscles contract, relax And seek to break once more I am forced to concentrate Fists pull at my bindings Over I twist, around I bend Ankles to thighs, opened wide Toys seek, penetrating, My mouth, tongue to glass Dripping, my want plays need Throbbing, my button's desire Far out stretched, wrists above Tension increases the need I am his, the ultimate in trust He says to lick, my mouth invites Guiding me, gentle to his ****** Knowing, he knows my want, All my fears, delayed My face cradled in his strength I take, opening deep, but he won't gift Just a tease, gets my breath hot And I'm over again, wide and spread I feel my lips open, blindfolded fun His tip, it must be a sin Vibrations wrench sweetness from me His staff slides as his hands grip Up and back, never in Quivering thighs make me buck I am denied, I am fulfilled And I am on my knees Arched high, opened wide For hours he has teased Will this be my moment My teeth still my quaking lip His hand again, I coat Dripping down my insides And he presses fingers to my lips I drink, greedy, my taste Not for me, but for him A pleasured mess, I **** Creating, overwhelming his own need He takes it from me, Pulling my cheeks wider The tip, the tip, the tip! I feel it grow, stretching me Then the shaft, a hardness Squeezing, throbbing my own need I fight it back, to take more Bound, his lust, gives more Not a little but full ****** Split, I convulse Against bind In his hands, hard My body gives Lost, I am clay Around him I am molded In fire, I am Cast I feel the urgency in thrusts I feel his depth and ask for depth His test takes me harder And for more I ask I give him myself And I feel fingers press Enter places, commanding more Drawing more from me Bringing me strange places And I devour them all Knees down and deep Butting the pillow, I am brought Beyond flesh To the place of my soul And I am satisfied Feeling his need He pulls, plunges deep Just above, my dripping wet Giving me just the tip I feel him swell His knuckles play a song Against my firm cheeks he plays I squeeze and shutter ******* at his delights I hold him tight Letting him finish his cream I feel it drip, both now Down wet cheeks, inner thigh Feral grin, this just begins
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Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 8:23 AM UTC
Passion in Play
With a touch, he makes me erupt Bound, by hand to foot I am pleasured, first by tease The smallest nibble The smallest lick Arching, straining bonds Reaching for more, Muscles contract, relax And seek to break once more I am forced to concentrate Fists pull at my bindings Over I twist, around I bend Ankles to thighs, opened wide Toys seek, penetrating, My mouth, tongue to glass Dripping, my want plays need Throbbing, my button's desire Far out stretched, wrists above Tension increases the need I am his, the ultimate in trust He says to lick, my mouth invites Guiding me, gentle to his ****** Knowing, he knows my want, All my fears, delayed My face cradled in his strength I take, opening deep, but he won't gift Just a tease, gets my breath hot And I'm over again, wide and spread I feel my lips open, blindfolded fun His tip, it must be a sin Vibrations wrench sweetness from me His staff slides as his hands grip Up and back, never in Quivering thighs make me buck I am denied, I am fulfilled And I am on my knees Arched high, opened wide For hours he has teased Will this be my moment My teeth still my quaking lip His hand again, I coat Dripping down my insides And he presses fingers to my lips I drink, greedy, my taste Not for me, but for him A pleasured mess, I **** Creating, overwhelming his own need He takes it from me, Pulling my cheeks wider The tip, the tip, the tip! I feel it grow, stretching me Then the shaft, a hardness Squeezing, throbbing my own need I fight it back, to take more Bound, his lust, gives more Not a little but full ****** Split, I convulse Against bind In his hands, hard My body gives Lost, I am clay Around him I am molded In fire, I am Cast I feel the urgency in thrusts I feel his depth and ask for depth His test takes me harder And for more I ask I give him myself And I feel fingers press Enter places, commanding more Drawing more from me Bringing me strange places And I devour them all Knees down and deep Butting the pillow, I am brought Beyond flesh To the place of my soul And I am satisfied Feeling his need He pulls, plunges deep Just above, my dripping wet Giving me just the tip I feel him swell His knuckles play a song Against my firm cheeks he plays I squeeze and shutter ******* at his delights I hold him tight Letting him finish his cream I feel it drip, both now Down wet cheeks, inner thigh Feral grin, this just begins
the-unbeliever
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Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 8:23 AM UTC
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