Roaring

His roaring
harley
hums
from a silent
call
softly whispered
and
he’s on
his knees
fisting
his
rock hard
cock
as his
hot mouth
is latched
firmly
upon my
swollen clit
whilst torturing
me until I’m
begging
him
to make me
cum
for him
and his piano
fingers
reside knuckle
deep
strumming upon
my G spot
dipped in
honeybee
whole so
and
there’s a
stainless steel
plug
wedged
firmly
in his
tight arse
and
just
moments before
he was chanting
for
a fraction of
mercy
whilst being
pegged
as his
cobalt
hued
eyes
bare
the same
burden
as his
blue balls
resemble
a smidgen
of
neglect
and
a dash
of regret
from
all that
default
vanilla fuckery
well
hidden behind
the
counterfeit smiles
and
artificial happiness
personified
nestled along
the wooden
fence line
and
he zones out
oblivious
to the
implications
of being intoxicated
poolside
and
its enough
to make me
drown
and
I don’t feel
anything
yet everything
he was and is
fills me
to the brim
all consuming
whilst pondering
his subtle
inaudible pleas
for that
hot & sticky
release
yet
when the
leaves fall
I feel his
pain
lingering
as he takes
his
frustrations
out
on me
by leaving
his
mark
upon my flesh
like
a roadmap
to nowhere
as he gives
just
as good
as he gets
adorning my
nipples
with his
wrath
until they’re
hard yet sore
from his need
to
pinche & pull
in between
his
suckles & bites
and
once bitten
twice
shy
rings true
cunt
swollen & pulsating
sore
from being
stretched wide
smashed
grievously
whilst taking
the
hammering
of his big
cock
slammed
balls deep
until it hurts
rhythmically matched
pulsating
for hours
on end
long after he
departs
and
he still
can’t
understand
why
he’s unable
to
summon
the more
softer
compliant
submissive
within
that adores
him
as I resist
his flow
and
push him
past the point
of
no return
when I ask
him
to cum
on my
face
and
he proceeds
with caution
only to
lick
my face
clean
whilst kissing
my
bruised lips
slightly tinged
purple
and
he leaves
no further trace
of
himself
upon me
locked behind
his gated wall.
until
I’m polarised
blindsided.