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She wears her lust for me on her face.
Eyebrows arch, lips part,
jaw hangs slack, eyes glaze,
trancelike hunger
just for me,
a look she cannot hide.
And when she looks at me, it’s all over.
I must have her
I must take what’s mine.

She hangs her lust for me on her words.
Breathless, she pants, “I’m yours, master” –
intoxicating truth
present in her every act
Overtaking and overwhelming.
Truth because she made it so.
Truth I cherish.
Special power granted,
I do not take for granted.

She displays her lust for me on her body.
Hot, tender flesh gives in
to my touch,
breasts flush red, pink nipples rise.
My hands, obscene large things
against her small frame,
Encircle rose petal hips,
pull her toward me
menacing, owning.

She shows her lust for me inside.
Parts inner lips with two fingers
revealing wet, lathering folds,
red and pink and swollen…ready.

“Is this what you want, master?” she teases,
playful smile full of sex, melting me.
“I know you do...It’s just for you,” she says,
and smile darkens, turns to need.

In response, I dip my fingers in
to taste the silken sweet
Mouth waters, mind sparks, moan escapes,
I nearly lose control.

My lust for her is showing, too.
Thick purple bulb sits atop veined shaft,
expectant, engorged, drooling sticky beads
over her creamy slit.
She stares down, obsessed, I get harder still
I fight the urge to violate.
I must keep this moment close,
never let it go.

My lust grows with resistance.
And so I make her beg. Not to punish,
but prolong, heighten, hold on.
To push her further,
See what filth emerges from Snow White lips.
My good girl does not disappoint,
her frantic, desperate pleading “please fuck me sir”
pulls at every inch of will.

And still I withhold
Heavy, full, pulsing,
She a mess of wet contractions,
fingers dancing lightly
on her mound to seek some small relief
I pin her hands back, lean in to smile –
“not yet, my slut, that’s for your master”
Need grows hotter each passing moment,
I hold her gaze, dig into wrists,
until resistance cannot hold…

And when it breaks, I break
And force myself inside,
penetrate satin skin,
slick, drenched, on fire,
and split her to the hilt.
Pupils dilate,
sharp, hot breath escapes…

The wild need takes over.

My cock, a hard, powerful tool
both out of my control and focused laser-like,
extension of my need
to possess completely
my perfect, willing slut, pounds relentless.

Her pussy, submitting with each fresh thrust
a pulsing, perfect fit
Her shouts turn violent, incoherent,
delicious pain
and pleasure mix.

And so I take my offering,
made just for me,
aggressive, without heed.
Grasping hair, clawing skin,
voices rising in crescendo
Reckless, restless, driven,
what fucking animals are we?

And when we finally erupt, corrupt,
a pile of sticky sweat
White hot lightning in a bottle explodes like it’s forever
Jackhammer thrusting, writhing,
spewing filthy words, and doing filthy things
It all keeps going until each drop of spunk,
each pulse of cum,
each twisted moan,
each dirty fucking basement secret
has been released and so have we.

For a moment we collapse
hot, naked bodies intertwined.
A laugh, some disbelief
at how two perverts found this perfect match.
Our hot dark secret, still just that, and somehow more.

But not done yet. No. We’re never done.
Our lust is here to stay.

We’re much too deep to stop.
Too far gone to turn.
Too fucked to care.
Too good
to be
true.
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