Anal Training

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I long for anal training, bold and wild.
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Tape my cunt shut, on the counter I'm placed,
Spread my cheeks wide, my hole embraced,
Dildos of varying sizes, a fisting goal in sight,
Each one a challenge, each one a delight.

Stretching, thrusting, moans and whimpers rise,
As pleasure and pain intertwine like ties,
Moving up in size, the tempo quickens,
Each switch met with a licking, a taste that thickens.

A symphony of sensation, a dance of bliss,
In this realm of exploration, nothing I'll miss,
Anal training, an art form divine,
Pushing boundaries, drinking the wine.

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