Squirting whilst your hurting

Squirting whilst your hurting

Better lay out some think towels, your getting soaked tonight, your gonna flood the bed my sweet, if you do it right

Get your toys around you, your lube must be in reach, now get your favourite poem, it's time for me to teach

Get nice and comfy, lay down on the towel covered bed, start to read my poetry, you'll feel me in your head

Reading about me tonguing you, should get you moist and wet, imagine my finger in your sweet tight cunt but your not ready yet

Two fingers is all you can take, I want to make it three, I push it in quite roughly, your eyes let out a plea

Reaching for your favourite wand, on your clit you cast a spell, magic from my poetry mixed with it as well

Rolling it upon your clit, wishing, dreaming it was me, cock pushing past your lips, you open up to me

Your wand slides deep inside, you slowly start to thrust, deeper hard grinding, in your technique you've grown to trust

Juice running freely, it runs right down your crack, you lube up a butt plug, you'll need it nice and slack

Your going for Goliath, he is your biggest hardest toy, if you can get him in your arse, you know he'll bring you joy

But you've never managed to take him, your arse it is so tight, but with my help and some lube, this really is the night

Pulling out you butt plug, you smear lube on goliath and your ring, gently you push in the tip but you want take the whole thing

You feel your skin tearing, a tear comes to your eye, you push in a little further it time to really try

OMG he's in your arse, you've got him in so deep, pain mixed with pleasure you feel your pussy seep

With him buried up your arse, a wand pushed on your clit, excitement grows real quickly, to my words you must submit

Think of my mind fuck, my cock is in your your cunt, get your wand on the right place, for a Orgasm you must hunt

Yes you are nearly there, Goliath up your bum, my poetry fucking you in your head, you know your gonna cum

You drop your wand, and vigorously rub your clit, the juice it shoots right out, soaking your soft clean towels, as my name you shout

At last you squeezed him up your arse, which poem did you use, I written so many now, I guess it's hard to choose

Ron