by Peter Loaf
Head in the bushes, ass in the pen
The touch of fingers, wiggle and pinch
A buzzer buzzing, my pussy drips
My Master knowing, control complete
Power transferring, me and my Man
Break in the action, licking his dick
Red welted bummer, his spanking hand .
The stocks He’s locking, never know when
A strange sensation
His invitation
Hot wet and horny, let it begin
Stocked locked and willing, can’t move an inch
My bum presented
Our fun invented
Fiberglass blanket, son of a bitch
Doggie house holding, my swelling lips
The cane comes hurting
Hot urine squirting
Off on another, my subbie trips
Vibrating fingers, my eager meat
Bottom bright burning
To whom concerning
Broody bitch serviced, deep in my heat
Pussy left lonesome, whipping my can
Pain/pleasure/passion
My systems crashing
Out of the fire, into the pan
Gag gargle thrusting, struggle and kick
I’m gasping for air
I’m climbing the stair
Pussy lips throbbing, needing his prick
His cock comes sliding, strike up the band
Gripping his penis
The link between us
Waking the neighbor, angry demand
