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Sliding Into Place
I'm sliding into place: the lesson's learned;
That slap resounded loudly in the room;
A cock streaked with saliva would have burned
Me less than yours, that's dry; pain makes me swoon;
But fills my emptiness: I am not sad
To swallow up your prick between my cheeks,
Though I was once a good girl, I've turned bad
And may grow even worse through coming weeks.
When I look inwards, while I'm sucking balls
Or licking master’s arsehole that I've spread,
My vision blurs with movement it recalls
The comfort when I'm fucked in sir's fine bed:
That education on white linen graces
Those lessons that now slide in certain places...
That slap resounded loudly in the room;
A cock streaked with saliva would have burned
Me less than yours, that's dry; pain makes me swoon;
But fills my emptiness: I am not sad
To swallow up your prick between my cheeks,
Though I was once a good girl, I've turned bad
And may grow even worse through coming weeks.
When I look inwards, while I'm sucking balls
Or licking master’s arsehole that I've spread,
My vision blurs with movement it recalls
The comfort when I'm fucked in sir's fine bed:
That education on white linen graces
Those lessons that now slide in certain places...
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