My Master
My master
Your hand around my neck
You tug on my hair
As I moan for more
I've never felt such pleasure
Your tongue and hands
Reaching every inch of my skin
I'm not thinking at all
Your lips on my skin
As you tie me up
Spanked with a whip
As your fingers slide lower
For your in charge
As I beg for you to rub me
Harder and faster
For you are my master
I'm screaming at this point
For the pleasure you again from the pain
Drives you insane in
I can feel it in your ministrations
As you tease
In the hopes to please
Before I realise
You are lodged inside
Our moans mingle together
As our sweet game comes to an end
And slumber takes over
Copyright © Jazz Richardson | Year Posted 2022
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