by Peter Loaf
He has the power, He’s come to play
Toppy toe dancing, leg in a kick
Suckle my clitty, tongue in my bum
Power-play Master, it’s his domain
Dancing demented, foot in the air
Clitty pinch twiddle, fucked to a T
The session over, cuddle and croon .
Tied down and tethered, I’m on display
My aching boobies
My swollen rubies
His eyes are burning, His naked prey
Tickle touch rubbing, bending to lick
My pussy dripping
His lips are nipping
Ready for ripping, His meaty stick
Licking my slitty, rumbling hum
Gag garbled pleading
Passion exceeding
Ready for breeding, needing to come
Panting in passion, try to explain
My gaping pussy
My juicy loosy
Trumpet blast buzzing, zapping my brain
His phallus probing, gripping my pair
Slipper-slide thrusting
Hung up and lusting
Finding my G spot, hiding in there
My passion spiking, spurting my pee
My Master blaster
Fucking me faster
Pussy proud captive, big as a tree
My passion draining, starting to swoon
Power-play fucking
He’s really trucking
His pills are working, again so soon?
