Presiding

His hands are on my head as he presides
Over the ins and outs that fill this hour;
His tug of my hair always coincides
With leaning forward; I can feel the power
He glories in as he fills mouth and throat
With his hard member, now saliva stained
And I know that, in time, he's bound to coat
My lips and tongue with cum; and he's explained
That he expects passion to reap rewards
In my compliant form; he's thrilled to bits
And takes his time, as mastery affords,
To slap my breasts and ensure that my tits
 Are part of things and I am fully wed
To him presiding with hands on my head.