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Clinging to him
She clings to him, her eyes brimming with tears;
He’s thrust into her hard, stealing her breath;
She blossoms on his ardour, as he steers
His cock into her hollow; she is deaf
To anyone’s entreaties; now she’s filled
She's ready to be fucked the way a flower
Will have its petals torn; for he has willed
His way into her sorrow; and her bower
Is rapt; and both her legs are wrapped around
His waist, as he engages with illusion;
He turns it to plenitude: she is ground
In desperation for master’s intrusion;
Her eagerness for fertilising fun
Will mean she clings to him until he’s cum
He’s thrust into her hard, stealing her breath;
She blossoms on his ardour, as he steers
His cock into her hollow; she is deaf
To anyone’s entreaties; now she’s filled
She's ready to be fucked the way a flower
Will have its petals torn; for he has willed
His way into her sorrow; and her bower
Is rapt; and both her legs are wrapped around
His waist, as he engages with illusion;
He turns it to plenitude: she is ground
In desperation for master’s intrusion;
Her eagerness for fertilising fun
Will mean she clings to him until he’s cum
Published 28th Jun 2015
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28th Jun 2015 9:56pm
Mmmm, this gave unto me all sort of tiny breaths in the midst of holding in inhales, makes one feel on edge..with tilting sensation. The visual of her clinging.
