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I quiver and pulse
At the thought,
Of gentle hands
Binding mine.
Kneeling politely
Eyes turned up
Into Yours,
My mouth opens
As you allow
Me, to circle
The tip
With the tip
Of my tongue.
Inch by gentle inch
Sliding in,
Gliding into
My throat.
Sure hands
Full of my hair,
I won't break the stare
Even as tears roll down,
From your soothing thrusts
Turning rhythmic
Swells your cock,
Expanding my chest
To take it on.
I am yours,
Do what you will.
I'll only give
That's what I do,
To feel your control.