Muse: Leather Two SeatHer
Dripping in sweat bent face down in this two seater brown leather couch,
My eyes roll backwards and then forward again and again,
Skin dripping like melting chocolate oozing in a glaze,
Slow and thick like honey,
Sliding in every crease of this lovely leather,
She will keep going if I let her,
Never screamed a safe word not even the beginning letter,
Round after round she increases the intensity,
Her dreads flowing on the back of me,
Rolling up my skin as she kisses each end of me,
She holds the long thick black paddle in her hand as if they were one,
Her face looks as if she wasn't done,
My heart raced faster and faster I know she is soon to let me cum,
Tall dark and handsome she was as she carves the end of the scream machine with my ass,
While trying not to push out the plug made of glass,
The more I scream the more my voice cracks,
I'm starting to feel the end of the whip lash,
The paddle cracks upon my ass, I smiled a sexy, dark and wounded smile,
She could not deny she was in love with me,
Feeding her positive energy and later thoughts of me,
I get down on my knees until she drowns the fuck out of me,
Swarming at me like a tsunami I never flinched,
Never once missed a drip,
I swallowed her cum and her mind all in one setting,
It's going to be hard to forget me,
Especially when walking pass a brown leather couch,
All you'll see is the smeared prints of my mouth.
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