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command

You know what I  like; a fight.

Nice touch; and you love to bite.

We love the rush; you struggle

no match for my might.

Your tiny frame, twisted right.

Bending to my will.

Passion and skill,

screaming in pleasure-- you will.

Getting our fill, this little kink--

Heightens your delight.

Your body so petite, **** and tight.

squirmed your way to sweet surrender.

Gripping tight; it's now or never.

My weight pressed you to the bed,

Face down, pillowcase bracing your head.

Your *** up,

looking back at me,

just like I said.

My commands,

So stern -- you wet the bed.

 

Reaching down, I watched as your lips

Slowly they spread.

“command me!” is what they said.

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Published
Aug 30, 2014
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23·119
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#lust#play#hot#mood#inspired#lustful#wordbattle
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