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Click hereThe Grand Mistress Heather
dressed up in black leather
watching Ken at her feet.
The will that was broken.
Her will, the inserted token
which lead to his defeat.
His back glowing dark red,
from the blood that he bled
for her glory, for her heat.
Sharing him her musky scent
while watching his boxer-tent
without touching his longing meat.
Pulling him between her thighs,
exhaling a few short sighs
as Ken's tongue reaches her clit.
Her fingers tangled in his hair
guiding him to her secret lair
forcing him to caress her slit.
Commanding his every actions
and within a few short fractions
feeling his tongue hit, hit and hit.
Experiencing his taught skills
feeling her earthshaking thrills
her sex, his face in perfect fit.
"You can do much better
make me even wetter
or you'll get to taste the whips."
"Lick me harder, stronger
Make each longer, longer
slide your tongue between my lips."
Seeing his dark eyes glow
feeling her body move slow
the pulsating rhythm of her hips.
Leaning back into the chair
Pulling him closer by the hair
Forcing him to lick all her drips.
Coming heavily in his face
Lost in an orgasmic maze
Feeling her pussy squeeze tight
Relaxing in a pleasant cloud
Hearing Ken mumble loud
Trying to breath in all her might
Moving to the grandiose bed
Nothing needed to be said
as she turns out the bedroom light
Sending Ken to her feet
Seeing the strength in his meat
But orgasm was not within his right.