Master or Slave
By Sharon
Your hardness held in hand Is offered willingly suck me you beg I smile cunningly Maybe, I say slowly If you’re a very good boy I will be, you promise And sigh with great joy You wore my red panties And let me spank you there You knelt in supplication Tongue groomed my womanly hair Your face wet with my lust Your need throbbing for release Should I give you want you want? Just because you whispered please? Smiling now I straddle and squat To dance upon the tip you gave Turnabout is fair I think Who is master, who is slave? Written December 31st, 2001 © on Dec 30 2001 11:02 PM PST 0 • 16
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"Your hardness held in hand..."