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Folds
The piles of folded panties in sir's drawer
Attest to my derriere being well-whipped;
There's no entitlement for his young whore
(Me) to keep cotton panties, once they're slipped
Off, before a spanking. They will be placed
Across his desk to serve, later, as gags,
If silence is desired by sir. Debased,
In my submissive role, my wetness flags
An eagerness for sir to dip his wick
In this moist cunt. My spreading will reward
Him with snugness to savour. Then, I'll lick
The master clean. Once done, he can afford
My face some warming slaps, before he scolds:
"Bite down on cotton, girl;" and fucks my folds.
Attest to my derriere being well-whipped;
There's no entitlement for his young whore
(Me) to keep cotton panties, once they're slipped
Off, before a spanking. They will be placed
Across his desk to serve, later, as gags,
If silence is desired by sir. Debased,
In my submissive role, my wetness flags
An eagerness for sir to dip his wick
In this moist cunt. My spreading will reward
Him with snugness to savour. Then, I'll lick
The master clean. Once done, he can afford
My face some warming slaps, before he scolds:
"Bite down on cotton, girl;" and fucks my folds.
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