Muse: Mushy
Falling off the bone like meat on a weak grill,
Her body feels mushy to the touch,
Soul as loose and string cheese,
Her neck rolls when her neck rolls to say excuse me after pushing through this line of who's next to be defined,
Placed in yet another category to hold her upright,
Flushing her kinky desires partner after partner down a loophole,
Trying to find herself in the eyes of others witch doesn't help the fact that her pussy remains tight,
Clinched together holding in the sunlight,
Now tho she is no virgin she just hasn't had a partner to grab her by the hair and bend her over so that cum can come weeping at her cankles,
Edging against her will for hours,
Raking at her skin with claws up her back,
Three deep breathes before she enters the first realm of her natural self,
Kinky and bold,
With no worry of her peers ever giving her a title to uphold,
Everyone is entitled to their own secrets, Rolling her body into a cocoon of tangled ropes feeling the possibility that this could be the one,
Standing on the tip of her toes,
Sweat dripping like warm butter off the curves of her rolls,
The smell of ginger arousing the senses in the thick air,
She closes her eyes to fill the voided space,
She shelters in silence to only leave his voice grudging in her ear...
He's finishing the last knot,
Rope rolling into corners of her body that wasn't visible to the eye,
Hanging on for dear life his hormones are on a roller coaster,
Turned on by her thick body as it woes right before she cannot move,
Her face tightened from pleasure and skin relaxed between the rope,
There was nothing else left to do now but to make her choke,
Make her words eat away at her desire,
Challenging his work by taking it up a notch,
This woman begged him for months and didn't care to lighten up once,
Sending him pictures of her begging on her knees,
Bowing down to a person she has never met,
Risking the chance that could possibly lead her to her death,
Surrendering,
Burning,
His breath grew closer,
Looking around this witches den for the perfect toy,
Now that all the rope is gone what will be in use next...
I can feel my body pulsating at each jerk,
A violet wand he chose to make me weak in the knees almost immediately,
I sew my lips together waiting for the right time,
The wooden legs that are attached to me could barely hold me up,
You can hear the wood splitting piece by piece,
The high frequency of vibration was so loud you can probably hear it from another room,
I can now feel my kitten rising to the occasion,
Me I'm about to burst for the third time,
And hopefully the last I can even count how many gasps I have left,
My hopes shattered because this was more than I could imagine and he's just getting started...
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