I feel the crack of your whip,
The brush of your tender lips
Before your hand crashes again,
My bottom turning a flushed beet red,
Your hand rubbing away the sting
And you whisper in my ear such sweet things
Of how you don’t want to,
But need to;
Of how you love the shape of your hand
Imprinted on the curve of my ass
Telling me that I’ve been a bad, bad girl
That needs to be punished with physical hurt;
That you wished I learned my lesson last time,
But I can’t stop when the pain is so sublime—
The attention simply divine
When I know that you are mine.
When you finish with the slaps,
You command for me to stand.
I do as you say and quiver with lust
Because I know I’m about to feel your intimate touch.
Your hand pushes me to my back
And I feel the familiar, fleshy stab.
Your hands hold my legs wide
As you hold onto my sides,
My hips held tight
As you plow deep inside.
My walls are squeezing,
Hitches interrupt my breathing
As you continue to pleasure me,
The firework behind my lids all that I can see
While my orgasm explodes
As you’re still stuffing my womanly hole.
Your fingers work my chest
As I realize I’m about to get the rest
Of your delicious cum,
The white, creamy seed that I so love.
You pound away as your skin slams against mine,
My mind losing track of your precious time;
My walls holding onto you as you slide,
The sheath wrapped around you so wet that you glide
Inside my womb with no trouble at all,
Our heart rates threatening to instantly fall
As we continue to pant out our desires,
Knowing that your load would put out our fires.
It’s not long for you to swell,
Your entirety stuffed and swallowed in my internal well,
And you fill me with your seed,
Finally satiating my carnal wants and need.
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