Straps on tight

Straps on tight

Hoods on, straps are tight, your pinned down on the bed, you feel people touching you, from you toes to your head

Pinching, grabbing, slapping how many people's hands it's hard to tell, all you know you are theirs, prepare to go through hell.

You feel their fingers in you, your mouth is filled with dick, clamps upon your nipples, fingers being rammed in so deep and quick

You feel ice cold lube pushed past your cheeks, someone wants your ring, you know someone wants you nice a loose, before their cock goes in

People taking turns to fuck, your cunt takes all different sizes, nothing too enormous, not to much pain and no big surprises

Then someone bites you, their flesh gnawing starts a trend, nips and bites from everywhere, I guess the skin will mend

Two cocks try to split you, both slide inside your juicy cunt, obviously cant wait and take a turn, their sharing on this hunt

Pussy stretched to overload, you feel your soft skin start to tear, your scream falls on deafened ears, for that is why your here

Beaten, bit and bloodied, to you this feels so great, desired by so many men, who needs to find a mate

You're wanted by so many, you have no need for romance or love of any kind, you'd rather be thrown on the floor and fucked hard from behind

BDSM isnt fun and games, it's not just a bit of slap and tickle, dont get involved unless your sure, there is no place for fickle

Hard and fast is the game, the pain and sex is raw, but if you have a taste for it, you're surely beg for more


Ron