I am the sex slave traveler of any road to effemeral bliss;languid with cock in vice, chained to the walls; entice. The sky open now I am stockaded on open ground. Your face looking down at dripping erect cocks the duplication of my sex;I'm bound. But for her, the insane path to take. Stony heart enthralled by this lude vision; my sadal masochistic intent and the hardness's forever restraint. In the moment it seems this way untill the thoughts obey. The bodies' action thrusting domination; I am the sex slave.
I am the sex slave, bound and tied. I am the lust crazed naked eyes. Gaze at my body ready, waiting. Your breasts tantalize; all but my hands as first you make me meet demands. These bands around my hands, your shackles, cackles coy looks hooks. Your shining cunt my city to enter upon obedience. The key to me after my master allows my release through this insistence. I am the Sex Slave.
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