by Peter Loaf
The doctor’s office, medical tower
Hollywood hottie, a tittie lift
Strapped in position, ankle and wrist
Fingers find clitty, tickle and tease
Pain/passion rising, struggles in vain
Plug up her bummer, puka pump sound
A ring gag fitted, stretching her jaw
Buzzer hum hearing, touching her clit
Orgasms spasm, fountain of piss
Leaving her panting, desperate for air
Hollywood doctor, high in his tower .
Patiently waiting, ‘til after hour
Secrecy needed
Caution unheeded
The starlet seeking, Doctor Devour
Her breasts are sagging, gravity’s gift
Wig and dark glasses
Sleepy-time gasses
Waking up helpless, she cannot shift
Belted and collared, a foggy mist
Blindfolded panic
Chuckles so manic
Hands in the darkness, her nipple kissed
Rubber glove covered, her whispered pleas
Pussy lips swelling
Pussy juice smelling
Titty clamps squeezing, her nipples seize
Restraints are stronger, nothing to gain
Tickle clit torture
Pepper sauce scorcher
Spearing her anus, zapping her brain
Dildo inflating, stretching around
The chair upended
Head down suspended
Helpless in passion, so tightly bound
His penis probing, stuck in her craw
Her tits he’s gripping
He’s power tripping
Doctor Devour, swallow him raw
Bucking and sucking, shuddering fit
Cock in her airway
Climbing the stairway
Black stars exploding, doing her bit
Gasping and grasping, passionate kiss
Nipple clamps leaving
New heights achieving
His seed comes gushing, hot sticky bliss
Her boobies lifted, her sexy pair
Her tits perfected
His fee collected
The starlet serviced, strapped to the chair
Beauty and glamour, his skill has power
Her boobies lifted
Her fortunes shifted
Casting couch calling, Doctor Devour
