You worship me, adore me You can’t wait to please. Kisses rain on my feet, Much more than I can believe. Your love grows stronger As my fingers pound harder, Our moans grow louder As we talk faster. Oh, dear Slave, you make me melt You make me feel things that I have never felt! You do as you’re told And, somehow, the act never gets old. My lovely, horny little slave, Your moan...Read On
Added: 09 Jun 2010 | Category: Love Poems |
Avg Score: 4.67 |
Tags: slave mistress love
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