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Bent

Bent over, legs barred spread
As i wait in suspenseful desire
To disobey, would i ever risk to tread
Putting myself in a line of fire

Bent over with my hands tied
Behind my back, unable to move
Listening to his voice as i abide
To not make a sound until he approves

Bent over as his hand kissed my face
His clothed waist met mine, slipping a soft murmur
As i sighed in relief answering to him in a timely pace
As he undressed, Yes sir

Bent over in plea
As he fills me
Cause i am the lock to his key
As he fills holes 1,2, and 3

Bent over at volumed pitches of whining
He knows my body so well
As he is continuously speaking
He knows i am close, he can tell

Bent over as my body starts to uncontrollably shake
As i get closer and closer
Because there isn't anymore i can take
And he knows i am going to soon spill over

Bent over with him in my ear
All hands occupying all holes with me tamed
Orgasmic moans muffled for only him to hear
As he grips me tight to say, "I just came"

Written by Pinkbowed_Syringes

Published 9th Nov 2014

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Re: Bent

crowfly

9th Nov 2014 4:26pm

Really fun. Just one detail though. Line three, sixth stanza: "their" should be spelled "there." Otherwise I know you bent over backwards and did an excellent job.