I couldn't control my sheet-grabbing orgasms but somehow she made me hold back,
so close, to the brink but I couldn't,
I could not disobey my mistress,
as she marked me with her lipstick.
She was an edging god making my body shake every time she ordered me to hold back,
I did, and did and did.
Every time she should stimulate me and indicate me to stop,
I would display my manners and drop.
I fell in this syndicate of humiliations,
got the certificate of limitations, limitations of my cumshots that she controls.
When she edges me, I feel the control of my body give a farewell, as my semen repel,
my mind gets satisfied by the shame as I submit to make me tamed.
Indignity hits different when it's physical, it's so sinister.
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tales of a vixen (NSFW)
Poesíasensual poetic oneshots. SMUT !! SMUT !! SMUT !! credits: alexa demie (picture taken from her Instagram)