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Greedy Little Cock Gobbler
You give no thought to the heat of your ass as it rests on your heels,
You keep your eyes turned up, staring into his,
Wrists restrained in cuffs and chains behind your back,
You are a victim of his eternal tease,
The glistening precum so close to the tip of your outstretched tongue,
Beading, glistening, growing heavy, eye level, you can smell it,
You don't dare look, your eyes always staring up into his,
Your brilliant green orbs seeking permission and being denied, again,
If you can focus, you're not ready,
You wait, his stare intensifying, gauging your desire, your lust, your hunger,
Scent of his cock and your wet sex intoxicating you, a slow unlacing of your self control,
He doesn't want a lady, a woman of controlled manners,
Hard, dripping cock tip at your lips, he waits for that last wall to crumble,
He watches you tremble, he smells your need puddling between those classy heels of yours,
He knows you want him, to devour him, to please him, to worship the cock that will ruin you,
No, he is reducing you to starvation, until you groan in need and lick your lips,
Until you finally let go of the last stitch of control you've been clutching,
Until you moan your plea, you're eyes staring up at him but unable to focus,
Finally, he knows, you're not just going to suck his cock,
No, he has released you from the last vestige of the life you brought with you this evening,
You are about to become what the upright woman of control swore she never would,
And, finally, you are allowed to taste him,
To fuck his cock with your mouth,
To suck out his precum and swallow him,
To enjoy the sweet suction,
The slippery, sloppy slide,
In and out, in and out, in and out,
To feel his hand in your hair turn to a fist,
To gag and go deeper,
To suck longer,
To take more,
Greedy,
Greedy,
Greedy,
Little Cock Gobbler.
You keep your eyes turned up, staring into his,
Wrists restrained in cuffs and chains behind your back,
You are a victim of his eternal tease,
The glistening precum so close to the tip of your outstretched tongue,
Beading, glistening, growing heavy, eye level, you can smell it,
You don't dare look, your eyes always staring up into his,
Your brilliant green orbs seeking permission and being denied, again,
If you can focus, you're not ready,
You wait, his stare intensifying, gauging your desire, your lust, your hunger,
Scent of his cock and your wet sex intoxicating you, a slow unlacing of your self control,
He doesn't want a lady, a woman of controlled manners,
Hard, dripping cock tip at your lips, he waits for that last wall to crumble,
He watches you tremble, he smells your need puddling between those classy heels of yours,
He knows you want him, to devour him, to please him, to worship the cock that will ruin you,
No, he is reducing you to starvation, until you groan in need and lick your lips,
Until you finally let go of the last stitch of control you've been clutching,
Until you moan your plea, you're eyes staring up at him but unable to focus,
Finally, he knows, you're not just going to suck his cock,
No, he has released you from the last vestige of the life you brought with you this evening,
You are about to become what the upright woman of control swore she never would,
And, finally, you are allowed to taste him,
To fuck his cock with your mouth,
To suck out his precum and swallow him,
To enjoy the sweet suction,
The slippery, sloppy slide,
In and out, in and out, in and out,
To feel his hand in your hair turn to a fist,
To gag and go deeper,
To suck longer,
To take more,
Greedy,
Greedy,
Greedy,
Little Cock Gobbler.
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