by Peter Loaf
Interest in bondage, moth to the flame
Leather bar pick-up, oh foolish dame
Up the coast highway
A steep little byway
Studio dungeon, my tiger tamed
Tummy-flip tremors, hung like a mule
Stripped flipped and helpless, a bloody fool
Tickle tip teasing
Nipple pinch squeezing
Sweating in buckets, dripping my drool
Pussy lips parted, His tender kiss
Tongue long and limber, floating in bliss
Wet dream I’m seeking
Pussy lips leaking
Studly McMaster, passionate mist
Slapping my fanny, suckle my clit
Milking my udders, shudder and shit
Rape racked and ready
Subbie lust heady
Mewing impatient, oh please don’t quit
Thumb in my bummer, greasing the way
Bound in position, I have no say
Pony cock pressing
Keeping me guessing
Thunder-fuck spearing, into the fray
Riding his pony, nowhere to go
Clip on my clitty, part of the show
Bucking and straining
Nothing I’m gaining
Studly McMaster, His helpless ho
Deep up inside me, His organ spurts
Passion exploding, his spanking hurts
Orgasm comes thunder
His spell I’m under
Pussy juice creaming, coming in spurts
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