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| Still he tortures, still he teases; Her body his to do as he pleases Whimpering and trembling, against her bonds she strains; Her need for his touch bordering on pain Slower and slower he'll sink deep within; He'll ride her body til their pleasure reaches its end Lower he touches, she's begging for more; She's hot and wet, his own personal whore Trembling at the touch of his fingertips; She tastes the fruit he places upon her lips Feeling the trembling in her soft thighs; He's struck by a need to see her eyes; Removing the blindfold from her face; A pattern on her body his tongue will trace Touching his tongue to her cheek; He licks the juices Opening her mouth, he pops the tidbit in; Watching sweet juices run down her chin oh so sweet Lower and lower his warm mouth goes; With every lick her anticipation grows Rising above her, he spreads her thighs; Seeing the hunger darken her eyes Lost in anticipation of pleasures hot haze; Her lush body opened for his gaze Bound and gagged, tied to the corners of the bed; Quietly she waits with a blindfold 'round her head Soft and slow he strokes her soft skin; Touching his tongue where her belly button dips in More and more of his touch she craves; Her body not her own, she's become his slave |
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