Gülşah explores Plato's Cave

She was a girl, so calm and so shy,
A girl in her spirit but not in her years,
Never wondering, not knowing why,
She thought moaning was only for tears.

Sex was a trap and sex was a lie,
To her there was nothing of interest in it,
No pleasure with neither a girl nor a guy,
No shivers, no madness when touching her clit.

But once on her stomach, the fire’s awake
For a first time, she loses control,
She moans and she trembles, a terrible shake
Her pussy so hot, a burning red coal.

Her lust free, now out of its cage,
Waxes stronger, daring and brave.
A hunger, a frenzy, setting the stage
For new experiences and pleasure that saves.

On her back, me holding her hands,
A good slave shall make no demands
While getting fucked by man after man
She’s cumming so hard, and making them cum.

Used like a whore, used like a bitch,
Shouting her pleasure in a high pitch.
Being so naughty, her holes open wide
Her legs held by ropes, tightly tied.

Covered in sweat, cumming so much,
Too many times to count or to judge.
The last man takes her, so deep in her,
She feels so full, time is a blur.

So much pleasure, her mind is blown,
No strength left for even a moan.
We cuddle and speak soft words of care,
Soft words of love, caressing her hair.