The Taste Of Corruption
Corruption's taste, a savage delight, binds me to your will in pleasure's cruel night.
There you stand, proud and unyielding, Your manhood rises, bold and wielding. I’m down on my knees, your red-haired prey, Draped in lace, the kind that makes you sway. Twenty-six years, half your seasoned age, Ripped from my man, yet here, submissive, I engage. In satin and silk, the lingerie you adore, I offer my mouth, your pleasure to restore. You wait, breath held, with fevered delight, For the moment my lips part, so...