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Playtime and control

Playtime and control

Come on baby dress up slutty, be my sexual whore, wear something kinky, skimpish to show off more

Whisper dirty nasty things, let me see you strut about the room, watch you go from Angel to nasty girl, as my desires for you bloom

I want to watch you touch yourself, go to the places we both know, let me watch you stroke yourself, put on for me a show

Sit on the dining table, spread your legs real wide, slowly suck your fingers and guide them deep inside

Cover your hand in pussy juice, offer me a cheeky lick, use your leg to reach across and stroke my throbbing dick

Massage me through my trousers, let your foot just slide, all the time I'm watching you, as your nibble fingers glide

Deep slow grinding thrusts, your fingers brush your clit, you make patterns on your moistened lips, and pull them just a bit

Now I'm very fucking hungry, you still make me wait, you undo your sexy bra, I must wait my fate

You slowly uncup your tits, you grip your nipples hard and tight, I really want to suck them, but you're in charge tonight

You tell me you're my playground, you're my dirty little slut, you bend over the table and you start to slap your butt

You ask "Do you want this Daddy? Do you want your babygirl?" You know by now I'm desperate, has you can plainly tell

You ask me to beg for pussy, you want me to plead for juice, you promise if I ask nicely, your control will be let loose

I ask you in the nicest way, I'm polite I'm almost coy, you smile and pull me onto you, it's time to claim my toy

Tearing my clothes off, we have a quick and rampant fuck, it didn't take long for us both to cum, I can't believe my luck

My babygirl is a vixen, with fire and passion on her soul, to please me and fulfil my needs seems her only goal

She is mine, I am hers, she lives in my heart and head, sadly it's just imagination, the perfect woman, made up from my cripple bed

Ron x
Written by averageJoe69 (Ron Summers)
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Under control in the nicest way
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