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Role Reversal
Her Master has her well contained
Stashed in an ancient antique box
Her patience is becoming strained
And she contrives to pick the locks
So this time she just won't submit
And then seizes the upper hand
No quarter 'cause her fuse is lit
And it's high time she took a stand
She straps him down upon the bed
And soon climbs on his stiffened cock
Safe word recalled, but nothing said
Since she stays disinclined to talk.
Stashed in an ancient antique box
Her patience is becoming strained
And she contrives to pick the locks
So this time she just won't submit
And then seizes the upper hand
No quarter 'cause her fuse is lit
And it's high time she took a stand
She straps him down upon the bed
And soon climbs on his stiffened cock
Safe word recalled, but nothing said
Since she stays disinclined to talk.
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