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Mm... A Belgium Treat Without The Syrup

Tender hands in the dark, serene eyes I refuse to meet  
Reaching out to the calling of my softness felt inside me each time our bodies greet    
No caressing the tears that stained her face    
In her voice begging to fill my lustful space    
Such venom words were spewed we have said    
How I seduced her man in our bed    
The betrayal I have led    
     
Her soft whimpers echoing louder in the dark    
Depraving her the pleasure of my tongue’s work of art    
The wishes to love her again, denied from my heart    
Her fingers, her bidding, covering my scared part    
Flinging her hand away    
Tears of fear she has lost me, be that it may    
A scorned cunt, always lays her emotions up front    
Pulling the belt out my robe    
Turning me over, WTF and where does this go    
       
Parting my ass, no warming gel lube    
Placing her strap on that materialized out the blue    
"Is this what you give him," as she plundered inside    
Mm… grunts and moans from the harsh infiltrating ride    
A soft tongue lick and then the wax drippings to my skin    
I taught this whore this, now it’s the purgatory of my sins    
She pounded my ass like the devil was chasing her in flight      
Crying, yet fucking me with all her might    
Flinging her strap on off in a raging fit    
Slipping her tongue inside my pussy, tightly gripping my hips    
     
Drinking the essence of me like a running tap    
Reaching for her dildo then snaking it inside my pussy hole just like that    
My back arching with every angry infliction    
“Does he make you feel like this.”    
Pinching my tits harder, my answer suppressed under these conditions    
“Does he!” Answer me you fucking whore    
         
Pulling me deeper and deeper into the abyss of her mouth    
Getting weaker as she dominated the juicy flow of my wet south    
Yes…oh yes...my back arching, lassoing her neck    
Pussy seeping like an oncoming train wreck    
       
She will never let me be free    
Now, there is her, no him, and only me    
     
Left me bound and gagged for trying to escape    
Threw my Blackberry across the room, no interruptions, by her man, for testing the bond of our fate    
I need his dick inside me with a hunger, I know he’s the better mate    
     
     
     
 
Written by Cocoa
Published | Edited 14th Jul 2021
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