A Poem for The Master of the House

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Pretend to sleep as he spreads your legs wide
Panties pulled aside as he forces himself in deep
Squirm and moan with every thrust
Rock your hips as it starts to feel good
Your thighs are wet, and your face is flush
And you can barely catch your breath now
As he fucks you into complete submission
Hug his neck and wrap your legs tightly around him
Sweet gentle kisses against his bearded cheeks, as he tells you he loves you
While he fills you generously, until it all starts to leak out, ruining the sheets
Not until he's had his fill, and collapses in exhaustion beside you
Do you reach down to feel what he's done, and smirk with pride
Because you know you belong to him alone
And you don't dare move another inch, as you wait patiently
For him to roll back on top of you
A quiet little gasp escapes your lips
As he sucks your tender breasts into his mouth
Whining as he bites down and teases your delicate nipples
And you spread your legs even wider for him, like a good girl
As he moves down your body, and demands a little taste
Squirming, and moaning once more
While that delightful nub is kissed
Your stomach tightens and flutters and you close your eyes again
As he licks between your legs, thoroughly cleaning you, of all his sin
Your body is tense and starts to tremble
While he sucks and slurps
Gulping down every last bit of that delectable juice that now gushes from within you
And he whispers quietly, as he sticks two fingers inside of you,
"That's it Baby... there you go... cum for your Master.... That's my good girl."
You lay motionless, and exhausted, as he licks his fingers clean
And shuts the door behind him, leaving you there alone
While you stay quiet and still
Surrendered and wet
As your sweet, tender pussy, pulses with satisfaction.