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Immaculate beauty, she stands before me.
Her devilish smile strikingly contradicts
the angelic, divine gorgeous skin it lies upon.

Shining, almost emerald green eyes,
which pierce through my turbulent heart,
coaxing it calmly into utter tranquility.

Entranced by her delightful design,
lost in her elegant cheeks and graceful brow,
every last inch of her enthralls me wholly.

Wearing the violet and black corset,
accenting her ample, full chest,
which she only adorned for such special occasion.

Long, dark hair flowing beyond her shoulders.
My darling orders me with beckoning fingers,
to which I heed her beck and call.

Subordinately, I kneal down adjacent,
cuddling my head into the warmth of her lap,
her crimson nails lovingly pet my head.

A knock emits from the door,
patient yet forceful tapping
and I obediently answer the notice.

Our bull for the night has promptly arrived,
broad shoulders stretching tightly fit navy blue shirt,
while his handsome, suave face greets me with a smile.

Briskly, our trio departs for the sleeping quarters,
where I am sent to my usual chair,
ankles cuffed to the wooden legs; wrists tied behind.

Intently I watch as she seduces him,
my ravishing muse succumbing to his whims,
submitting herself to his raw masculinity.

Lasciviously grinding into his lap,
her salacious legs aspread, inviting him in,
corralling his throbbing member.

Their bodies conform together,
glistening in sweat and writhing in ecstacy,
grunting, moaning, audibly displaying their carnal lust.

Licking my lips in deep-seated longing,
my own body aching in desire and want,
I yearn to taste her delicious, comforting kiss.

Following the extent of their passionate joining,
she props herself onto knees,
encouraging him to reach his climax within her mouth.

His face contorts with the incomparable pleasure of release,
discharging his seed into my love's throat,
then falling exhausted onto our massive bed.

She glides across the maple wood,
effortlessly slipping over my thighs,
and sitting herself upon my confined being.

Pressing her lips to mine, our tongues twirling in dance,
passing his seed from her mouth into my own.
She is a goddess, and I exist in her serfdom.
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