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Click hereYour Breasts
A homage to my Mistress's tits
I lie awake at night, my darling Prim
Thinking of you and your mercurial whims
Your apple cheeks, that throbbing mind
And things of a much darker kind
How you love to whip my lilywhite back
For all the things you know I lack
And how you smile when I am striped and bit
But most of all, your gorgeous tits
Carried before you like a feminine prize
Pressed against her chest to compare for size
Smothering my bruised and dripping penis
An embodiment of your perverted genius
That lovely cleavage that goes before you
Crammed into bras of every type and hue
Rubbed against men like an introduction
Your calling card at every kinky function
Still full and firm and bouncing nicely
Whether oiled up and fucked twice nightly
Or rubbed softly against a trannie's thigh
You are always rewarded by that frustrated sigh
Dangled over me like a special prize
I still marvel at their shape and size
Those brown nipples just begging to be suckled
As your milking hand savagely makes me buckle
A starving baby, you offered me my feed
You can read in my eyes that desperate need
Your cunt twitching as I gorged on your tits
A hot line to your urgently throbbing clit
Remember when we were in that public place?
How you unsheathed them and pushed them in my face?
"Oh baby that's right, come on fuck them quickly
"Now lick off your pre-cum" you commanded strictly
Of course you have so many other strings to your bow
To be defined by even such a pair of breasts, I know
But we both enjoy the way that I am enslaved
By those beckoning silky pillows I always crave
A lifetime spent admiring breasts
Has taught me what kind I like the best
Now when I think of breasts, they are always yours
The deep perfumed cleavage that I so adore.
My head softly stroked and resting on your chest
Listening to us breathing- that is the best
Between your breasts, I find peace at last
A creamy memory for when our time is past
So please Prim hold them up for me to worship
If you like, beat me first until you think I am worth it
I'll even be your cuckhold lover, the biter bit
But please never take away those gorgeous tits.