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glass dildo as a service
i love that gasp
as the cold stiffness slides into your warmth
how unyielding that glass member
so filling and relentless
its carefully designed curved tip
rubbing perfectly on the roof of your wanting itch
that i can maneuver it so exactly
and reach places that make you hold me tight
that i may be your pleasure rod
i am honored
i delight in listening to your every breath
and each and every millimeter
in and out
has such effect
like a meditation
i twist and circle it with ease
sometimes thrust
sometimes so slowly reaching for that spot you love
as you hold the back of my head
encouraging your delights
approving of my labors
taking what is rightfully yours
a bliss unwrapped slowly
and deliberately
each and every wave
a devouring pleasure
your firm grip on my neck
guiding me to your breast
as i entangle your body
like a sex toy molded to your needs
i slide the rigid pole as you’ve taught me
now warmed by your juices
perfect thrusts and stops just the way you like
till your head tilts back
and your eyes roll behind closed lids
and i feel what you’ve deemed your final release
i swell in delight
of my service
and forget
my desperate need
that made me your fine tool
as the cold stiffness slides into your warmth
how unyielding that glass member
so filling and relentless
its carefully designed curved tip
rubbing perfectly on the roof of your wanting itch
that i can maneuver it so exactly
and reach places that make you hold me tight
that i may be your pleasure rod
i am honored
i delight in listening to your every breath
and each and every millimeter
in and out
has such effect
like a meditation
i twist and circle it with ease
sometimes thrust
sometimes so slowly reaching for that spot you love
as you hold the back of my head
encouraging your delights
approving of my labors
taking what is rightfully yours
a bliss unwrapped slowly
and deliberately
each and every wave
a devouring pleasure
your firm grip on my neck
guiding me to your breast
as i entangle your body
like a sex toy molded to your needs
i slide the rigid pole as you’ve taught me
now warmed by your juices
perfect thrusts and stops just the way you like
till your head tilts back
and your eyes roll behind closed lids
and i feel what you’ve deemed your final release
i swell in delight
of my service
and forget
my desperate need
that made me your fine tool
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