Bound by Lust

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Part 2 of the 2 part series

Updated 01/04/2022
Created 09/16/2001
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Tiny sips of air creep through her gagged lips,

       wanton sways,

           heated scent,

she begs for You with her hips.

Well tanned flesh glistens with sweat,

       stifled moans,

           needful whimpers,

surrendered fully harboring no regret.

Tiny salted rivers carve trails down her toned skin,

       quivering thighs,

           shimmering pearl,

chestnut eyes pleading for You to begin.

Her taut body shackled in provocative angles,

       aching muscles,

           burning flesh,

looming on the edge her release dangles.

Burned by the ropes her flesh bears Your mark,

       thrashing head,

           ragged breath,

full breasts thrust high offering to You in the dark.

Freedom is found within her bondage and the cool kiss of Your steel,

       lustful squeals,

           nectar weeps,

stinging welts from the crop serve to remind her the need is real.

Chilled from the nights air goose bumps blanket her lithe frame,

        hardened nipples,

           teasing touch,

Your tongue traces her petals forcing her to a whole new plane.

You fingernails tease across her incandescent physique,

       raging desire,

           lascivious cries,

her form Your canvass designed to Your mystique

Denying her thrice more her eyes fill with painful tears,

       muffled screams,

           throbbing manhood,

tapping against her gentle nether lips oh god her end is near.

Plunging deep within her slippery swollen treasure,

       sweet ecstasy,

           orgasmic bliss,

a girl made to be used expressly for Your pleasure.

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tazz317tazz317almost 12 years ago
TEARS ARE SHED

with no thoughts or desires. TK U MLJ LV NV

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