Saturday, February 26, 2011

Submission To Me by Rile

My knees set upon the cold floor
This treatment makes my body quake
But I find myself needing more
This feeling in me will not shake
My pucker grips upon the plug
I hear her voice as I grow firm
Soon I feel her begin to tug
My lust fills the air, as I squirm
Another's laugh could then be heard
Embarrassment hit, and I moaned
I then released when given word
In her grip, I am truly owned.....

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