Torturing For Pleasure

Shush complicit one, lest I increase this hand's pressure
And just remember, that I'm simply torturing for pleasure
Don't doubt with your eyes, that are now, suddenly fickle
I'll squeeze as hard as I like, till I am foaming your spittle
Soon my love, in a while, you'll be unconscious and limp
Then I will bite, or gouge you again, my sweet little gimp
I can feel my heart pounding, for the next climax, is nigh
Crushing your windpipe, harder, for your breath, I'll deny
Choke for me beldame, till you're the cadet lost in space
Unconscious or not though, I'm gonna cum on your face
Neither of us will stop, even if you thrash, like a thresher
The scars you bear, a reminder, of torturing for pleasure