Yes, Mistress

i was glad to be her mistress.
she sought pleasure in me,
wanted me to fuck her brains out
with my strap on dick because
her wife couldnt give it to her the way i did.
i could find her pulse point in the dark
as if my lips were magnets on her skin. 
i knew exactly what spot to kiss on her
inner thigh to drive her crazy as she begged. 
she had a freckle behind her left ear she would 
cover up, thinking i wouldnt notice it the first
time we showered together. her body was 
a smooth glass treasure i loved to throw against
the wall and admire as she came undone in pieces. 


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