Last night, you were in my dreams.
My princess of perv, between my knees.
You stroked, you sucked, you gagged on cock.
Having the time of our lives, when you turned, I fucked.
I rammed in from behind, fucking you hard.
Your head under my desk, face shocked, alarmed.
For I didn’t hold back, I gave every ounce.
By the end when I came, you looked battered, trounced.
You were as happy as I was exhausted, your face flushed with a smile.
And then you got back under the desk and I worked for a little while.
I wonder what the dream meant, what it says about me.
For you lived under my desk and I fucked you as hard as can possibly be.