My wet mouth, has left...
the heft,
of you,
to dangle low...
with your flavored ***,
still chambered,
in my strained
throat...
These hazy lips,
have swept
your member, in their
paint strokes.
And you, remain...
glittered, and glazed
in the shifting flickers,
of my
lip stain
Your thighs, and hips
are slick,
with spit,
restrained,
in chains, and clips...
do they eclipse
the pain?
When my fingertips
slip,
in sinuous ways,
between your straining limbs,
to maul, and grip,
your disco *****,
in a limber fist,
and to give their haul,
just, a little
twist...
"Mine...
You are mine..."
A sotto voce drawl,
on the "bottom" line,
as I scrawl these nails,
down your softened spine.
Now let's see,
what can happen,
when we cross, some lines.
Which one, is the Master,
and which one, the sub?
When a brat has got you lashed,
and stuffed
with your cheeks gashed,
and your back, up...
give that thick ****, a slap, but
I rub and tap, the plug,
until I feel you... clamp up...
Ready? I think you're ready.
I think you're hungry...
I think you need me.
But I hate, to disrupt you,
while you're lovingly feeding.
So let's give you something
that's fun to eat, then...?
Now, open.
Wide.
I'm gonna measure your throat,
with the bulk,
of the biggest, of mine.
Now I'm dragging the width,
down the bridge, of your nose,
and the fat, of your lips...
snap you, back, with a grin,
and a slap, of the tip...
As you grasp, at my hips,
through the strap, and the belt,
and latch on, to the shaft...
and then melt,
down the sides.
"Mine...
You are mine.
Don't you know...
that you are *******, mine?"
...With your lips, spread,
to ****...
as I'm thrusting,
inside.
For any kinksters who appreciate, and my Master switch, especially. đđđ Happy Priiiide, my bisexual king. đđđ