Whore

Pull my hair

And spank my ass

I wanna be your whore

Your fingers digging

In my flesh

I’ll only beg for more

Slow and easy you slide it in

I ask you to go deeper

Harder

Faster

Don’t you stop

I need this

Make me whimper

Stretch me open

And lash my flesh

With marks of pleasure

I can’t resist

Fuck me like your fantasy

As your cum runs down my thighs

I wanna be the one

That's always on your mind

I won’t be a good girl

But I’ll be that girl

On my knees

Let me please

Have my way with you.

“Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric; out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry”...sensual poetry from one of the great erotic souls, for more Amy Pelletier, visit Wilted Rose.

Hellcats 15 - Disc 1