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The Spiders dance
The Spiders dance
Come play in my web of lust, said the Spider, to the Butterfly, I'll cocoon you in my threads of lust, there's no escape but try
Wrapping you up slowly, I strap your legs up tight, keeping your pussy super fresh, for me to eat tonight
Struggle as well you might, you'll never break the threads, I use them to tie you down, when you're in your bed
Silken web made from desire, lust and a desperate need, I pin your wings behind your back, until it's time to feed
My fingers are my Spiders legs, they hunt for your warm place, a deadly kiss upon your lips, lust stares you in the face
You only have yourself to blame, my beautiful butterfly, you stretched your wings to close to me, I saw the Goddess in your eye
A need for you came over me, my lust is what I blame, now your mine there no escape, welcome to my game
So now begins the Spiders dance, I try to draw you in, come a little closer, let me have my sin
Trussed up in my web of sin, all my needs you will supply, I'll fuck you then I'll eat you, until my needs just die
Ron
Come play in my web of lust, said the Spider, to the Butterfly, I'll cocoon you in my threads of lust, there's no escape but try
Wrapping you up slowly, I strap your legs up tight, keeping your pussy super fresh, for me to eat tonight
Struggle as well you might, you'll never break the threads, I use them to tie you down, when you're in your bed
Silken web made from desire, lust and a desperate need, I pin your wings behind your back, until it's time to feed
My fingers are my Spiders legs, they hunt for your warm place, a deadly kiss upon your lips, lust stares you in the face
You only have yourself to blame, my beautiful butterfly, you stretched your wings to close to me, I saw the Goddess in your eye
A need for you came over me, my lust is what I blame, now your mine there no escape, welcome to my game
So now begins the Spiders dance, I try to draw you in, come a little closer, let me have my sin
Trussed up in my web of sin, all my needs you will supply, I'll fuck you then I'll eat you, until my needs just die
Ron
Published 24th Jul 2020
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25th Jul 2020 5:53am
25th Jul 2020 8:07am
Well I delighted for him being paralyzed only my imagination and words work for others lol tell him he owes me a beer the lucky man
Ron xx
Ron xx
