Vagarious

There’s nothing more fragile than me watching him as he unravels himself whilst buried deep inside my cunt with his rock hard cock as we sway to the unchained melody that tethers me to his prick, and he’s etched his name upon my lips, forevermore.  
   
The way he fondles my subconscious in subtle ways makes my cunt ache, and I’m oft left with imagery of his cock violating me plastered all over my mind, and it’s no wonder the hunger emerges with a constant desire to be filled to the brim with him as I revel in the brutality of his funny but honest tell tale signs of his emerging weekness.    
   
Draped upon his earthen altar of no mercy, and he has me spread wide, and sometimes hogtied in his own mind, with no mercy in sight as he punishes me with his cock and takes what’s his, whilst revelling in the way I tremble vulnerably upon his unexpected cascading thoughts of weakends ending on a Sunday as work takes precedence because fuck you, you don’t pay my mortgage.    
    
Sliding his thumb past the rim of my tight whole as he watches the way his cock glistens and glides next door, and he can’t discern where he’s cumming as I gush all over him, violently and repeatedly, until my cunt swells and he’s on the brink of spurting more of his fire and brimstone as it sears my psyche,  and makes my cunt ache.    
   
And, we arrive at the intersection of his love & hate, and he doesn’t know what happened, save the broken wings he just plucked & fucked, simultaneously.