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Call Me Master
Tongue licks
Mouth vacuums
Fingers whirl
Toes curl
Lips they swell
These dark games are played in hell

Tits I squeeze squirt milk,
Tilt my knees to please the breeze,
Released from her coochie silk,
That hoochie high-priced pierced clit,
Rinses off the split taste of bitter salts,
And everytime those hips sway on top,
I make haste to throw you off,

Tie the thighs with hemp rope,
Tight and tighter til there is no hope,
All that is left is soft ripened peach,
That can be reddened more if I wish,

You are mine and mine only,
Alot of wine and tingles down your spine warn me,
To be the sadist; not call me by name
Or look me in my eyes
As soon as we are done
I'll be loving and passionately yours

© .🌹.

Our ventures always end(ed) in climax.