Naughty By Nature

I sat there in my chair observing
The clanging of her chains, leather against flesh
The uncertainty labored her breathing
The needed release added to the symphony

Watching as her chest rose and fell
There was just a little moisture to both temple and upper lip
I could smell it, it hung there clawing at the air
It was what excited the beast, it was the food of need

Chains, leather, and flesh being bathed in dripping sweat
Nipples risen and hard to the touch
Legs spread, bush nicely shaven, pussy swollen and glistening
Watching as she pulled against her restraints

There was much to teach this little naughty one
There were rules of engagement, rule number one was now engorged
Swollen against the fabric of my pants and the zipper
Screaming with a silent voice to be freed from it's cage

Freed and released back into the wild
Once again allowed to run free through the bush
As I removed all of my clothes, there was a sense of freedom
As I walked over and roughly forced myself down into her throat

Pawing and slapping at her breast and her pussy
She withered as she fed greedily from me
Need was clashing with need, hungers were being fed
As she pulled at my swollen head, she squirted into my slapping palm

But now I needed to run free, to hunt within the bush
As I slowly, but deliberately entered her with ramming force
She became the receptacle of my punishing force
The only way to describe us in this state is that we're naughty by nature