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Cherry Wood

June 18, 2021  
 
Cherry Wood

Tonight, he expresses that he has a hunger
that can only be curbed by a younger
well of exquisite and refreshing nourishment.
With my ankles crossed and tied, my hands also bonded, I stand bent
over his home office desk as he sets out exploratory
he spreads my inner thighs and admires my glory.
I can hear him lick lips savoring the last time he ate
my delicious meal; imagine this, nothing’s left on his plate.
He sticks his tongue directly into my pussy
commanding my reaction, his tongue became more pushy.
He doesn’t think I’m tenderized enough, therefore my first lashing
then another, and now on my eighth slashing
he feels that kisses to my whipped bottom will create
the sweet honey he wishes to taste.
I enjoy being caressed and worshipped
as he rakes his fingers up my legs until my ass is gripped.
He spreads me open again, and I want it, but I must be submissive.
Only once he begins to lick me, he becomes permissive.
Sucking on my lips and Frenching me so good,
I moan and groan so loudly; goal: wake up the neighborhood.
I beg and sing my usual song of “Please.”
from being ravaged to a full-blown tease.
He knows I’m cumming soon and wants the honeypot to fill
and topple over to cause a tasty spill.
He sticks his fingers in my pussy and into my ass
I beg the Pastor to make me cum; forgiveness is for Sunday mass.
He resumes sucking, and I love the licking as he is playing with my clit
I love that he runs his fingers up and down my slit.
I feel it, I think it so deeply, baby, I am ready.
Yelling my moaning as he pleasures me hard and steady.
I can hear him slurping every bit of my goodness,
feeding his ravenous hunger until fullness.
Just_Writing
Written by Just_Writing
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Author's Note
The Pastor's daughter was all moved out Friday morning and on her way to visit her mother before she starts college in the fall. In the 6 years that I have been involved with the Pastor I've never...
The Pastor's daughter was all moved out Friday morning and on her way to visit her mother before she starts college in the fall. In the 6 years that I have been involved with the Pastor I've never been to his home because he felt uncomfortable with this 4 children in the house. That Friday night we had plans for me to visit for the first time and stay the weekend with him, which I did. When I arrived he walked me directly to his office and proceeded in starting our journey for the weekend. I asked him what wood his desk was made from, he said cherry wood.
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