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le feu dans son fouet 👿
wooden lattice slats
lay a menacing pattern of fear
binding hooks peer
through ominous pore
silken scarves tie her body down upon the killing floor
the whimpers of blinded eyes
rumors and whispers
of naked voyeurs
outline the frosted glass,
faint illumination where she
lies in wait.....
...of her master's bidding
and he enters her
without fanfare
cursed black elegance
fills his ample sheath
her flesh shall bleed
for his pleasure
the soft hands
of a thousand maidens
release his golden thread
and his
blacque
leather
whip...unfurled
an unworldly heat
as his serum begins to seep
from the head of his arousal
he slowly wipes it's nectar
upon her lips
and without warning, he smites her
across her cheek
the sound cracks the air
like a whip
and she moans,
it's discernment, that of
pain and pleasure
her large breast shiver
from the heat of his
cold flame,
grasping his taut balls
he flogs her again
and again....
...with each flail
of his fouet
passion flows
like warm rain droplets
upon her skin
along her back
down her haunches
dripping down between
the cleft of her
magnificent orbs
her arse's beauty
gleaming cherry red
clear becomes opaque
in desperation, her body
quivers and shakes
with a rye grin
he strikes her flesh
once again
his tool spews
wicked
hot
cascades of cum-hither,
down
between
parted thighs
...no longer dry
her labia weeps
rock
hard-the power of
his magnificent sex
beats her sparkling pearl
into submission...
.....along the road to perdition
he violates her gates,
legs spread wide
feet curled and pointed skyward
filling her lithe body
the fulfillment
of their hedonist prophecy
she feels his fire.....
....the fire within his whip
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