Desperate

He takes her hand, holds her close,
With a gentle force, her trust he chose.
A slap upon her blushing cheek,
Awakening desires, emotions peek.

From her face, he moves his hand,
Tracing down, a journey so grand.
With a wicked smirk, he laughs out loud,
At the wetness that cascades, so proud.

Her nipples ache for his firm hold,
As moans escape, passionate and bold.
"You're such a needy girl," he proclaims,
Driving her wild with desire's flames.

She tries to resist, to pull away,
But his strength prevails, he claims his way.
Her skirt raised, a spank's pain and pleasure,
Her yearning grows, her heart's own treasure.

The belt unbuckles, a rhythmic smack,
Her moans intensify, no holding back.
"You enjoy this, don't you, my dear?" he cries,
Squeezing her nipple, heightening her ties.

She remains silent, desperate for his touch,
As her wetness grows, craving it so much.
His fingers tease, tracing her desire,
"You're pathetic for my touch," he conspires.

Aching hips lift, desperate pleas surround,
Her readiness clear, her body spellbound.
One finger enters, pleasure takes hold,
Moans escape as passion unfolds.

"Oh, Daddy, please, use me," she cries,
Aching for his touch, a fire ignites.
"I'll make a mess, all for you,
I can't wait, Sir, please make it true."

Her pussy spanked, desire's sweet sting,
As he mocks her plight, making her cling.
Closer he moves, their bodies align,
His presence intoxicating, intertwining.

He teases her clit, smacks it with delight,
Her moans grow louder, desire taking flight.
"So wet, my dear, when I'm mean to you,"
He chuckles, breath warm, her senses imbue.

Hand tight around her throat, a command so clear,
Silence is demanded, her surrender nears.
Slowly, he enters, watching her strain,
Ecstasy courses through, pleasure's sweet reign.

Her eyes roll back, his length fills her core,
"Tight and perfect," he pants, craving more.
Her pretty pussy made for him alone,
A symphony of passion, desires prone.