I am his kitty
He strokes my soft fur
He is my Lion
His hands make me purr
His lips press to mine
His arms hold me close
My hands in his Mane
I’ll never let go
He whips me around
He presses my rear
His hand at my throat
His growl fills my ear
Open my Kitty
His command rings out loud
My Lion, my Master
I obey without sound
The Lion takes kitty
Fills her so full
I cry as he pounds me
with his ravaging tool
He growls and he grunts
My beast of a man
I am his kitty
A pet in his hands
He brings me to squeals
and shivers of delight
My Lion devours all in sight
His tongue, his cock
His fingers and lips
He owns me
He uses me
He drives with his hips
He growls from his belly
His lips make a curl
He pulls me tighter
Holding his girl
I feel it swell
My Lion gives a ROAR
His cock is cumming
And filling me more
His breath at my ear
I yell in delight
My Lion is Roaring
Pulling me tight
My Lion, My Master
Fills me with seed
I reach back for him
My Lion, indeed
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