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"mo'"

        
        
 for purposes of anonymity
 reference to her here
 shall be mo', yes, she desires mo', (more) than vanilla
 at home, this much is very clear
            
 new contact established
 they swap details, preferences and need
 drawn by mutual interest
 sexual prowess, vital guarantee
        
 this classy, cute professional by day
 becomes naughty girl and sub whore
 by sunset, she wishes
 One to bite moist panties then pull them to the floor
      
 confident, attracting her soul
 chivalry lives within
 'til darkness falls and He invites
 she eagerly visits the iniquity den
    
 in His control she sacrifices spirit, soul and body
 lying upon a king size altar, nothing else matters
 only this, teeth clamp milky flesh and satin lace
 until her psyche and garment lay rendered in tatters
    
 He allows her to watch, thrilling with fiery licks
 draping drool curtains, inner thighs to ass
 legs splay, she pulls back, exposes
 her all, a gaze, blue into blue, at oral class
      
 He hums deep and low, tongue vibrates her clit
 stirs like never before, quaking, creaming holster
 snugly fits, the cunt gun presses in
 as nipples stand being nibbled, drool traces to a bite of her shoulder
  
 gives way to soft sighs rising with delight
 signals, second apex is close
 He denies, withdraws, pulsing head teases
 "not yet, My horny little mo'"
    
 "first, you shall taste yourself
 now lick this rigid, glistening fuck-stick
 then spill your filthy mind
 you are My nasty whore, turning illicit tricks"
    
 yearning words escape a tight throat
 having just gagged down cookie coated cock
 'bind me, please, fuck my aching need
 take this cunt, fill it, pound me until i can't walk'
      
 "that's My good little slut"
 stretches a wrist to each bed post
 cuffs of leather await
 blindfold adorns, "you are now prepared to receive your fucking Host"
      
        
 *January 13, 2015*
        
        
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