Why I Was Born

There she stands, one leg up,
Horny as hell, wanting to fuck.
Pulling cheeks open, leaning to show,
She’s ready for me, to play with her holes.
How can I resist, as I crawl to her feet,
Help open her up, push tongue into peach.
Once there teasing, teasing to please,
She finds her happiness, I’m finally at ease.
She pushes back, as eager tongue slides,
Her legs quiver, as I push on inside.
Lapping up pleasure, feeding the flow.
Her fist in my hair, she’ll not let me go.
Not that is, until she cums,
My Goddess, my Mistress, my Alpha one.
And me? I’ll be happy, her juice over my face.
For that’s why I was born, born to be her sex slave.

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