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The Game
Tonight,
I..
Am..
The fool,
I..
Am..
The game,
Colors constantly changing different shades,
If only my mind was steady enough to stay,
Feeling closed,
Consumed by pure lust,
Tying your hands into submission,
Unable to explain our new position,
Blindfolding you for a whole new expedition,
I crave a taste of that delicious pussy cat,
Slowly running my hands over your nipples,
Slapping your breast consumed by a flow of ripples,
Freezing the moment,
I.. pause...
in my thoughts...
Watching..
Moaning...
Wanting,
Craving...
Lusting,
For a taste,
My tongue covering every inch of your clit,
While my fingers devour that tight little fit,
Moving my way towards those hungry thighs,
You start to explode in this display,
Begging to start a bit of foreplay,
Watching sweat rise from your salty skin,
Your legs begin to clench,
Your pussy completely drenched,
Your nervous system outmatched,
I start to quickly react,
Pushing you..
Completely,
Past.
Your..
Limits..
until you begin to aaa.. arr.. arrive,
You continue to fidget,
My room is hotter than ever,
I know I'm the best at what I do,
Raising your legs hovering over those lips,
Breathing harder than before,
Things start to quickly escalate,
Rubbing the tip of my cock over your riverbed,
You continue to heavily start arching,
Moaning louder as I slowly insert my thick snake,
Whispering..
Asking..
How bad you want this pounding,
Fuck me!! Just fuck me.. you say,
with every insert a scream of absolute pleasure,
Running my hands through your hair,
sweat sliding off my hands with no care,
Pounding over...
And over...
and over..
My bedsheets covered in all your juice,
My cock completely indulged,
Your body starts to shake,
Untying you,
You reel me in your arms,
Squeezing me heavier and heavier,
What the fuck...
What is this,
It's..
So..
Fucked up to know this is your game,
Fucked up to know things will never be the same,
fucked up to know...
All I am...
Is your best fuck...
I..
Am..
The fool,
I..
Am..
The game,
Colors constantly changing different shades,
If only my mind was steady enough to stay,
Feeling closed,
Consumed by pure lust,
Tying your hands into submission,
Unable to explain our new position,
Blindfolding you for a whole new expedition,
I crave a taste of that delicious pussy cat,
Slowly running my hands over your nipples,
Slapping your breast consumed by a flow of ripples,
Freezing the moment,
I.. pause...
in my thoughts...
Watching..
Moaning...
Wanting,
Craving...
Lusting,
For a taste,
My tongue covering every inch of your clit,
While my fingers devour that tight little fit,
Moving my way towards those hungry thighs,
You start to explode in this display,
Begging to start a bit of foreplay,
Watching sweat rise from your salty skin,
Your legs begin to clench,
Your pussy completely drenched,
Your nervous system outmatched,
I start to quickly react,
Pushing you..
Completely,
Past.
Your..
Limits..
until you begin to aaa.. arr.. arrive,
You continue to fidget,
My room is hotter than ever,
I know I'm the best at what I do,
Raising your legs hovering over those lips,
Breathing harder than before,
Things start to quickly escalate,
Rubbing the tip of my cock over your riverbed,
You continue to heavily start arching,
Moaning louder as I slowly insert my thick snake,
Whispering..
Asking..
How bad you want this pounding,
Fuck me!! Just fuck me.. you say,
with every insert a scream of absolute pleasure,
Running my hands through your hair,
sweat sliding off my hands with no care,
Pounding over...
And over...
and over..
My bedsheets covered in all your juice,
My cock completely indulged,
Your body starts to shake,
Untying you,
You reel me in your arms,
Squeezing me heavier and heavier,
What the fuck...
What is this,
It's..
So..
Fucked up to know this is your game,
Fucked up to know things will never be the same,
fucked up to know...
All I am...
Is your best fuck...
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