18 Jun 2024 at 1:59 PM


In slumber's realm, she knelt in awe,
Before a figure, majestic and raw.
A black king stood in his bold presence,
His, long and dark royal sceptre unrolled.

Her gasp, her silent prayer, intake of breath,
While her eyes traced the length of his skin.
His cock, thick and veiny, a crown at the end,
A symbol of power and a regal friend.

His heavy burden, placed with care,
rested on her face, her pink lips, bare.
The mushroom head tasted, her tongue in delight,
Bobbing up and down, taking him in sight.

Her pretty mouth filled to the brim,
Fought to accommodate, lost in her whims.
Glistening strands of...