- Erotic Poetry
- Slave's Need
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He's tall and tough
and I crave it rough;
he smacks and slaps,
collars and drags me
across the floor;
he frees his rigid cock,
veiny thick and big.
soon to fuck his private pig;
he pours beer on his dick
and commands me to lick...
I kneel between his legs
and my tongue does its bit
and I begin to beg for his spit
my mouth open and willing,
full of cum piss spit and spilling
and I wanna get drunk on alpha spunk;
then Master pushes me aside,
and begins to belt my hide;
I cry in pain and joy.
rolling like Master's toy.
don't know why I need
such a brutal beating
just feel my blood heating;
don't know why I need
Master Francesco but I do;
but he's tough and rough
and his eyes are green
he is good but he's also mean;
and he owns my body and my soul
his power and cock make me whole.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousalmost 4 years agowish there was more rough fucking slave shit to read, the harder and more brutal the better. not for everyone but slave objects at heart.
