Your slave, my Goddess (#Publicação nº 1000 do Blog)

 

 

I desire you as one who has not desired someone before, in the innocence of dark nights, I wish you. On apocalyptic days, I desire your lip on my legs. And coming closer, as in a sure shot, not from the snake, but from the huntress, I desire inside your mouth. I desire your mouth. I desire you for absolute. I desire you absolutely. Absurdly and excessively I desire your whole body and cognition.

 

And you kneel down.

And like one who prays, you supplicate my anointing, which is not spiritual, but could be. You pray. You beg. You...

Then you take over and make me pray your religion.  You are the Goddess. Me, just your slave, your servant, your court jester.  And I like it. I like the way you moan. I like the look of satisfaction on your face. And I like it when you cum and squirm, as if possessed by the devil.  I desire you. And you? Do you like it? Want more?

 

Insatiable girl.

Get your glass of wine, or even the beer. Don't let my throat run dry. Where are your lips? And I'll go deep inside you.

 

 

 

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