- Erotic Poetry
- Stockings for my Guy
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Melanie.
My name when I dress up for my master.
Spank my ass, then slap my face,
My dick outlined through a tiny skirt.
Down on my knees, waiting for a taste.
I shaved my legs and wore this shirt,
I’m begging you to make me hurt!
I’m his whore.
I love pain, ashamed, so anxious and so willing.
Please feel free to break me, Sir.
How does it get so hard? So big? So long?
Jam that hardened beam right down my throat,
Sir, please fuck my holes with all your weight!
Force it in!
I’ll get off quick, your cock inserted, arms so strong,
My butthole's like a vice, shaven clean and very tight.
Silk-seamed stockings slide on your waist,
With this picked-up pace, we won’t last very long.
Your heartbeats quick, I’m coming hard,
When your done, lay me out for another round.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 6 years agowhy do you need a master? or are you just so kinky you need to be controlled or punished for being yourself?
