by Peter Loaf
Concubine captured, men in the night
My binding brutal, my hoodwinked plight
A knifepoint pricking, the straps too tight
Hobble link shuffle, I cannot fight
Taken from palace, humming distress
Bent over saddle, his hand’s caress
Stripping me naked, ripping my dress
My pussy dripping, I must confess
The desert chilly, my ass aflame
Riding crop slashing, my will to tame
Ass up presented, the rebel’s game
Fingers intruding, tough to explain
Passionate captive, melting within
High mountain climbing, dressed in my skin
The hoodwink blinding, he’s gonna win
The straps tight binding, my elbows pin
The horses stopping, end of the ride
Naked and panting, carried inside
My body blushing, can’t be denied
Pussy lips swollen, the death of pride
Taken to tower, dangling strap
Hoodwink removing, a stinging slap
Concubine baiting, the rebel’s trap
The Kingdom totters, ransom kidnap
Flutter kick dangle, spreader bar fixed
My captor stepping, my thighs betwixt
His organ probing, my pussy slicks
My passion showing, my pussy grips
Hands squeezing boobies, thrusting below
Finger flick twiddle, on with the show
Hung up and helpless, passion I know
Thrusting and busting, pussy juice flow
The King is coming, the trap is set
The archers waiting, the rebels bet
The king dies trying, his fate is met
Concubine conquered, my pussy wet
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