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Objectified

I’ve learnt that there’s no elegance in the way you objectify the women you fuck, and for some, they’ll never know the real you that abstains from speaking the kind of vulgarity that I manage to coerce from your gorgeous but filthy & sickly sweet lips.
 
I like the way you blush when I whisper something lewd about my splayed cunt splayed, whilst encouraging you to say the word cunt, as opposed to pussy, whilst you’re fingering me and orchestrating a collision, of pleasure & pain as you use me hard.

Noting, the various shades of rubescent that start to wash over your face when I whisper that pussy is a word that boys use, and that you’re not man enough to use the word cunt, and that sets you off whilst the splendour of your need, becomes much more of a want.
 
A smidgen of rebellious delight emerges as you swiftly draw the line, and start using a smidgen of force as the speckles of azure in your eyes start to shift slightly, and blend with the smudging of turquoise green.
 
At this stage, there’s no going back and it’s more than probable that you’re going to hit me like a freight train that’s travelling at speed, and it makes me gush as you slip several fingers into my glistening cunt without pause or caution, whilst eliciting soft moans that tumble from my lips to yours.
 
Like an affirmation of some sort reaffirming the incantations that overarch the impending violations you’re about to execute as you drill me hard & deep, just the way we both you like.
 
I love winding you up, and watching you unleash the side of yourself that not too many are blessed to see as you keep that side of you deeply hidden, behind your gentlemanly eloquence.
 
There are times when I need you to leave that side of you anchored elsewhere, to the vanilla skies that threaten to piss on our parade at the hint of knowing how my cunt, serves your purpose, whilst draining your blue balls.
 
I can sense the slight shift in your demeanour as I take a mental note of the sudden shifts in your breathing pattern, the body language & tone you use with me whilst asserting your authority, which is indicative of you having a sensitive ego thats easily bruised.
 
I don’t mean to hurt you, however, I adore pushing you beyond your boundaries as you colour my world with a plethora of majestic hues, tantalised beyond any audible deciphering as all that slips from my lips is your godly name whilst scribbling your brand of indecency all over my psyche.
 
Whilst my heart & soul fall prey to the way you evoke your brand magic, and make me yours.
 
It’s more than evident in the way you whip my arse with the crop even harder, which is tempered by the way your hands softly trail the immediacy of red welts that rise upon both arse cheeks, and the way you temper that rising pain with soft kisses.
 
I struggle to contain the tears spooling in eyes as you leave a watermark upon my flesh whilst plundering my tight, wet, bare naked, velvety whole, with everything that is you.  
 
You soon cup my face with both hands, and lick the salty teardrop that escapes my eye, before kissing me harder & deeper than usual.
 
I kiss you right back fervently whilst circling the power of silence, before being engulfed & pinned beneath the weight of ones being whilst the heat that radiates between us amplifies as you caress my swollen bud until I’m trembling as you grip me tighter, whist we cycle up & down one another’s fence line.
 
You take what you want & fill me to the brim with everything that’s yours, and mine, and the purity of our love is underpinned by such as we blend into one another until we’ve triggered an avalanche of multiple orgasms.
 
Your grip me stoically & wrap my wavy long chestnut hair around your hand as you pull me closer to crush yourself against my lips with a longing & passionate kiss that tells me all I need to know in the moment, as the air is filled with the essence of our afterglow.
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