EPISODE · Nov 22, 2022 · 26 MIN
The Vow
from Bcomingundone · host bcomingundone
Mmmmmasochist: THE VOW Mmmmmmmmmmmmasokisssssssssed The cycle Sickness Sick The crave To the oral fix. Late to the show Takes the hand A loud smack on her flesh Breaking in a sting to her ass Welting a rosy red glow. Entrance to her heaven Wetness The bliss Neural pathways light up The goo in her brain Becomes sweeter than the memory of his one time kiss. Her heart races Sweat begins to bead His hand on her flesh Her hunger His need? Needles in haystacks Her sadist, her match Lights her on fire But to him Just a snack. Cold hard cement Under bended knees She’d include rocks To dig in her flesh Comfort discomfort For her oral fixation Grows louder to please. Floating a high from His scent alone In between his thighs His solid throbbing cock Her happy space Under Below his throne. Decades to get here To finally be properly used? Pull of her hair The torment of a hungry mouth hoping for that kiss She’s just the toy Nothing but the muse For his amuse Torturous fun time of bliss. The hours to deliberately explore His ridge His tip The scent of his balls Worshiping his thighs His sighs And her pussy wets for more. Crawl through cold mud Scrape knees in the dirt The physical pain pale comparison To the empty after Emotional hurt. The high loud highs fall to the low deafening silent lows Flashbacks and failed memories soon she sinks far below. Next will follow The never more The never can haves, Sent away Exiled to her corner He dismissed His hungry devoted masochist. The crash after the high is the familiar dark drop His hitting whipping caning The whispered cries The few times she cried stop. Still no match to the torment To Her felt sense of abandonment This is her darkness The start of her descent. Often she runs to hide She fights her fantasy To be without him She wills a sub’scide. A brief message A text he tests their waters She raises her head And Her feeble will Totters Fighting her fixation He summons after her deep dark spiral Thoughts of His cock quenching her dry mouth somehow now becomes vital. ____begin now the chase of the high_ ________to end this the pain_________ __________masochist her____________ ____________sick cycle______________ ______________round_______________ ____________and round____________ ____________and round____________ ____________and round____________ ____________and round____________ ______________again_______________ Vow by TDSOM
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Mmmmmasochist: THE VOW Mmmmmmmmmmmmasokisssssssssed The cycle Sickness Sick The crave To the oral fix. Late to the show Takes the hand A loud smack on her flesh Breaking in a sting to her ass Welting a rosy red glow. Entrance to her heaven Wetness The bliss Neural pathways light up The goo in her brain Becomes sweeter than the memory of his one time kiss. Her heart races Sweat begins to bead His hand on her flesh Her hunger His need? Needles in haystacks Her sadist, her match Lights her on fire But to him Just a snack. Cold hard cement Under bended knees She’d include rocks To dig in her flesh Comfort discomfort For her oral fixation Grows louder to please. Floating a high from His scent alone In between his thighs His solid throbbing cock Her happy space Under Below his throne. Decades to get here To finally be properly used? Pull of her hair The torment of a hungry mouth hoping for that kiss She’s just the toy Nothing but the muse For his amuse Torturous fun time of bliss. The hours to deliberately explore His ridge His tip The scent of his balls Worshiping his thighs His sighs And her pussy wets for more. Crawl through cold mud Scrape knees in the dirt The physical pain pale comparison To the empty after Emotional hurt. The high loud highs fall to the low deafening silent lows Flashbacks and failed memories soon she sinks far below. Next will follow The never more The never can haves, Sent away Exiled to her corner He dismissed His hungry devoted masochist. The crash after the high is the familiar dark drop His hitting whipping caning The whispered cries The few times she cried stop. Still no match to the torment To Her felt sense of abandonment This is her darkness The start of her descent. Often she runs to hide She fights her fantasy To be without him She wills a sub’scide. A brief message A text he tests their waters She raises her head And Her feeble will Totters Fighting her fixation He summons after her deep dark spiral Thoughts of His cock quenching her dry mouth somehow now becomes vital. ____begin now the chase of the high_ ________to end this the pain_________ __________masochist her____________ ____________sick cycle______________ ______________round_______________ ____________and round____________ ____________and round____________ ____________and round____________ ____________and round____________ ______________again_______________ Vow by TDSOM
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