Wicked

"She is in control"

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The demonic voice stirs inside,
A wicked, tortured soul.
Obedient, he kneels beside,
He understands his role.
His naked body at her feet.
A desperate need to cum.
His jutted dick, the swollen heat.
His heavy balls now numb.
Clicking heels follows laughter.
She plays her wicked game.
Watching her moves, he lusts after.
PVC swathes her frame.
Teasing him, she opens her zip,
Exposing her smooth lips.
Slowly, she continues to strip.
His aching cock still drips.
Spreading her legs, she takes a seat, 

Beckoning him toward,
“Lucky for you, it’s time to eat.”
He savours his reward.
Her glistening honey is sweet,
He feeds on her with greed.
Intoxicated by her heat,
Satisfying his need.
Obeying her every command,
His gaze never leaves hers.
Groaning loud, he feels her gloved hand.
She fists him as she purrs.
“Cum for me!”

Published 7 years ago

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