There you stand, proud and unyielding,
Your manhood rises, bold and wielding.
I’m down on my knees, your red-haired prey,
Draped in lace, the kind that makes you sway.

Twenty-six years, half your seasoned age,
Ripped from my man, yet here, submissive, I engage.
In satin and silk, the lingerie you adore,
I offer my mouth, your pleasure to restore.

You wait, breath held, with fevered delight,
For the moment my lips part, soft and tight.
My tongue, warm and daring, begins its dance,
A velvet caress, igniting your trance.

No mercy now, you force it in deep,
My lips split wide, a gag I can’t keep.
Your shaft invades, a brutal plow,
Fucking my throat raw, here and now.

I choke, I sputter, spit strings fall,
Your balls slap my chin, owning it all.
My tongue’s a slave, crushed under your reign,
Each thrust a mark of exquisite pain.

You growl, primal, as your climax nears,
Pumping harder, feeding my fears.
Then it erupts, cum, thick and profane,
A torrent of filth, flooding my brain.

It coats my mouth, a scalding claim,
I swallow hard, lost in your game.
That taste, that rush, drives me to the edge,
A shuddering bliss, teetering on the ledge.

My fingers plunge, seeking their prize,
As your final pulse meets my eager cries.
Your manly hand yanks my hair back tight,
Last spurts smear my throat, a conqueror’s rite.

I convulse, wrecked, a shuddering mess,
Corrupted to the core, your vile success.
You watch me break, a smirk so grim,
My body’s yours, drenched in your whim.

Corrupted, owned, I’m yours to keep,
A trembling wreck in pleasure’s deep.
The taste of you burns, a savage scar,
Owning me whole, near and far.