Seeking More

Sir needs his baby girl when he wakes up;
He wants my oral worship - lips and tongue;
My whole mouth slowly moving, I will suck
His hard cock as he presses in; to some
Sir's turning of my body, fist in hair,
Might seem to be quite brutal; but it's not:
He knows I need his vigour; when I'm bare
And bent and ready, with my moistened slot
So slick for his circumference, the cries,
I make out loud, reinforce sir's command;
He ruts and fucks and, suddenly, supplies
A jet of fertile sperm, just as he planned,
When he awoke and found me sucking there,
He sought more mouth and grabbed me by the hair.