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Click hereThis poem was written to describe Suzanne;
the needs she has and the cravings that rule her body.
Her body’s hot with want and lust
Her cunt desires my firm hard thrust
Her control is lost at times like this
Her arousal rules, she’s no sweet Miss
I call her Cunt and Whore and more
I reel her in with my hot sex lure
This cock-slut begs to be this used
I humiliate her with more abuse
She’s stripped right down and on her knees
She craves my cock and whispers, “Please”
My hands grasp her hair in a firm tight grip
Her mouth pulled forward with trembling lips
Her nerves alive, she has come undone
She wants hard cock and loads of cum
She sucks my cock at her frenzied pace
Her cunt she fingers, as in a race
Her grunts and groans are loud and primal
Her climax is demanded, and it will be tidal.
I ask her name and hear her pained grunt
She looks at me whispers, “Cunt.”
Her submission shown as her senses stir
Her eyes cast down, she says, “Please, Sir.”
You make it so evident about the inner struggle she is having but that she is helpless to stop being what she is. I am very drawn to this Suzanne.
its in the wrong category. TK U MLJ LV NV
When she whispers "cunt" one might wonder what she did to deserve this rhyme time crime. Equally one might wonder who she is referring to - but that might not be entirely politic. Sweet O