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Playing the whore

Dear sluttish whore, come here, he smiled, it’s time
To show you how a bitch gets her desserts;
And, if my cunt will bare and, then, incline,
I may well show her just how much it hurts;

I like to do you hard, but, as we’re friends,
I’m sure the pain is shared, for, as my hand
Presses you down, I see your body tends
To shiver and to tremble as I've planned;

This lengthy session, you’ll be pleased to hear,
Will end, although you’ve waited long enough;
Now bend right down and let your naughty rear
Be raised high because the going gets rough:

It so must stay in place to sense the moist
Excitement building in your lovely core;
And, once I've done and all your cries are voiced,
The moans will come, as you so play the whore.
Written by SweetOblivion
Published | Edited 2nd Sep 2017
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