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Bed Bound
He’s in the mood, taking control
It’s in his stance, I hear his tone
My body subdued
I softly moan
Bound to the bed
On my knees I am spread
As he grabs hold of my hair
There is trust, so I don’t care
He whispers in my ear
Sexual things I want to hear
And with one hand he’s inside
Taking my body for a ride
Bringing me to my peak
As his cock enters me
Forceful thrusts my body meets
As he penetrates me deep
Forced to still and not move
As he pounds into my groove
We both meet and combust
Filled with our lava of lust
It’s in his stance, I hear his tone
My body subdued
I softly moan
Bound to the bed
On my knees I am spread
As he grabs hold of my hair
There is trust, so I don’t care
He whispers in my ear
Sexual things I want to hear
And with one hand he’s inside
Taking my body for a ride
Bringing me to my peak
As his cock enters me
Forceful thrusts my body meets
As he penetrates me deep
Forced to still and not move
As he pounds into my groove
We both meet and combust
Filled with our lava of lust
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