by Peter Loaf
Harnessed and sweatered, wool over eyes
My back He’s pressing, against a tree
Struggle but willing, faking protests
I’ve heard the bragging, his clientele
Tickle my clitty, thumb in my rear
A rope He’s tying, the bar between
Mountain Man standing, pecker swollen
Hot high and needy, condom switching
Ripsaw sensation, gripping his cock .
Shuffle behind Him, gag garbled cries
Leg spreader trapping
My ankles strapping
My pussy dripping, his cock my prize
My leash he’s wrapping, chuckles with glee
Helpless immobile
There’s nothing noble
Pussy drip dipping, sniffing my brie
Harnessed and tethered, readiness test
The collar folding
His mountain holding
Mountain Man Service, best in the West
Booking vacation, at bondage hell
My thighs caressing
His thumbs are pressing
Prying me open, clapper-less bell
My body needing, making it clear
The sweater warming
Libido storming
His pony penis, pointing and near
My feet he’s lifting, a throne-less Queen
Hours of licking
Screaming and kicking
Creaming and screaming, heard he was mean
My money earning, fucking colon
Stand and deliver
Gushing my river
Pussy juice flowing, belfry tollin’
High hot and ready, pussy itching
The new one spiky
Gosh darn and crikey
My bottom gripping, His cock twitching
His phallus filling, hard as a rock
Screaming in passion
My chips I’m cashin’
Mountain Man Service, the ticking clock
