Wrapped

It isn’t weak when it pleasures me It’s more profound in informing details in leaks it only seeks sensual desire The way it’s too tight it swipes me right off my feet just to flee off the forbidden valley It cheers in complexion disguising in corals Its distinctive insights foresees the flexible feeling to enter To bind right with the lips just to taste the power of being dominated If I would scream it would enjoy my acknowledgment In further it would go straight up to start over again This time my eyes would be folded in mystery My hands would be handcuffed The room shall be ball the most auspicious fulfilment of different desirable tools to commit submissive Act Purified…The chosen ones only to transmit such Dominant Act The chemistry it plays the actual passion of being submissive. The taste of being strangled grasping for air till the feeling of dizziness contagiously takes its effect then being let go right after a full squeeze of the under area A punishment of a spank while bend over without a cause A trap for both of my legs just to be powerless while I’m being violated slowly Each stroke contains a high pitch of moans Until the water fall squirts leaving an unbearable vibration of sensation