Pulse

Naughty little tease,
innocence in her eyes,
but her mind’s as dirty as sin—
she’s planning to give me a wild ride tonight.
Her curves scream sexy,
and I’m all in.
We’re on the bed,
the red wine’s gone,
and her body’s got me reading all the signs.

I want her to scream,
but I’ll need her help to get there.
The belt comes off,
because nothing sets the mood like a tight grip,
and passion feels so much better when it’s felt.
Light pink welts bloom across her skin,
panties sliding down—she loves to pull them off herself.
I spank her hard, feeling it sting me too,
her stomach flat against my lap with every slap,
my hands rub her down after each strike.

She looks back with that wicked grin,
her eyes daring me,
even with her ass red,
she keeps pushing,
always testing me,
like she’s got something to hide.
She laughs, looks back at her new Daddy,
loving every bit of this playful game.

Our rhythm matches,
fingers deep inside,
her legs spread wide,
silk panties dangling,
sensations climbing fast,
her body bucks, eyes rolling back,
her mouth dry from the pleasure.

She can’t hold it together,
her stomach tensing as I hit that spot,
fingers spreading like a “Y,”
her body reacting,
pulsing,
waiting for the release.
I see her response in her tightly closed eyes,
as she cries out,
riding that wave,
dripping in pure ecstasy.