Vixen

She is a vixen in black lace
With teardrops running down her face.
I spanked her till she couldn't speak,
She knew the pain would last for weeks.
But she was just so debonair,
Bending on a leather chair.
With cotton panties to her knees,
I made her pee all over me.
My cock now swollen in her hands,
She spat saliva on my glands.
And worked her tongue around the tip,
The taste of pre-cum on her lips.
She made me lick her dirty feet
And used me as a toilet seat.
She made me suck her puckered rose
And sniff it with my roman nose.
My balls now bursting at the seams
And then she sapped my pearly cream.