Who Controls Who?
You tease me, you taunt me, as you play with my cock.
It fits into your pussy like a foot in a sock.
You whimper, you giggle, you moan and you groan.
You even talk sexy when we speak on the phone.
I may be your Master, but you're in command,
Though you're willing to serve and obey my demands.
Fucking you baby exceeds human fires,
Giving us hours and hours of carnal desire.
That I am you're Master remains to be seen,
But one thing for certain is you are my Queen.
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