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Grinding and gripping as I bite her lip My body mounted between her hips With scratches railing down my back Electric pulses from head to sac Quivering, arching, her breath whispers free Moaning and groaning with my name screamed at me Positions, frictions, floor, sink, and counter Sinning and grinning from the second I mount her Eyes rolling back, her inner grip squeezes my member Bodies intertwined mines thick hers slender Thrusting and adjusting from quick to slow strides She’s on top, on bottom, and now to my side She likes pain enjoys pleasure and dishes it back Handcuffs to restraints with knots tied no slack Blindfolds, mouth gags, and a neck choker with chain 7-wheel pinwheels drive sensations and pain In control, she submits to my needs While switching roles fills her own twisted greed She’s a hellion, a handful, a night above most A fledgling turned teacher, a *** crazed host I crave her electric pulses and thrive for her touch Until the next indiscretion, I will miss it so much
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Oct 30, 2016
Oct 30, 2016 at 5:01 PM UTC
Electric Pulses
Grinding and gripping as I bite her lip My body mounted between her hips With scratches railing down my back Electric pulses from head to sac Quivering, arching, her breath whispers free Moaning and groaning with my name screamed at me Positions, frictions, floor, sink, and counter Sinning and grinning from the second I mount her Eyes rolling back, her inner grip squeezes my member Bodies intertwined mines thick hers slender Thrusting and adjusting from quick to slow strides She’s on top, on bottom, and now to my side She likes pain enjoys pleasure and dishes it back Handcuffs to restraints with knots tied no slack Blindfolds, mouth gags, and a neck choker with chain 7-wheel pinwheels drive sensations and pain In control, she submits to my needs While switching roles fills her own twisted greed She’s a hellion, a handful, a night above most A fledgling turned teacher, a *** crazed host I crave her electric pulses and thrive for her touch Until the next indiscretion, I will miss it so much
robert-smith
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Oct 30, 2016
Oct 30, 2016 at 5:01 PM UTC
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