Tangled
Focused on your body like a minefield, touching you gently not to blow you quick
your fingertips
trace curves
delicately
following my
roundness
reading
a gasp… a sigh…
With our toys on the side, we get ready for the games
I watch you
prepare tools
of our trade
a sign of a
lit orgasmic future
Locked doors, windows open let's give them a show they will never forget
we'll get a
peeping-Tom
or two
which fuels
our thirst
and theirs too
The way we do it, you might be my future baby mama
the wanting of me
nipples hard
I bite my lip
aroused
I see rope
in your grip
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Tie you to the bed, it's my time to make you wet
not in control
open and
spread
I soon drip
your tongue gives
good head
Little pretty thing, I love it when you shake up for me
fingers tease
making me tremble
you do it with
your hardness
and
then you thrust
Asking me to take it slow, loving it more as we go
you pound
your hardness
making me gush
making me moan
balls slap into a
rhythm you hone
Bruising your wrist trying to get free of the bonds
I cum
one wave
after another
cumming so hard
you kill me
over and over
Usher plays, urging us to take it nice and slow
tempos switch
as you slowly
make love
gently
I feel each stroke
sensually,
emotionally
I come up from the dive meeting your eyes asking for bites
loving the feeling
teeth on skin
a game of
pain and
pleasure
intense under
your gaze
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Your neck the holy grail, I worship like a Saint
my back arched
giving in to the
kisses
soft and hard
you mark me
each a word
of thanks
Nails deep in my skin, the bonds lost the war
free
I dig in
pressing onto
your cumming
milking your cock
your pleasure
echoes
peeping-Toms shudder
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