Your thighs are trembling as the devil slides his hand down your pants.
The electric feeling you get as his tongue leaves a wet trail down your precious pure body.
Hearing nothing but growls com i Nguyen from his perfect lips as he enters you.
Leaving marks upon your neck, Tearing into your flesh as his mouth fills with your blood.
Your thighs are aching from all the hard pleasure the devil has given you.
It was supposed to be a fling, but now you're the devil's sex slave.
As bad as it sounds, you enjoy it.
You crave his presences,
You crave his lust.
You crave the way he kisses your neck, getting ready to start the show.
The moans and whispers that escapes from your luscious lips as he pumps inside you.
The marks given upon your body after that rough show.
It's all so pleasurable, the way your eyes connect as he releases himself inside you.
After all you are the devil's sex slave.
Call me mad, but I would love to be a demon's sex slave.
The though of being their sex slave brings a whole different feeling into my body.
I've always had a rather interesting taste in things.
Demons, just happen to be one of them.
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Bewildered Truth.
PoetryI'm just a child who writes as if tomorrow is my last day on earth. A child whose style does not consist of short skirts and pink make up, but of pens and notebooks. My mind is as ease once the ink hits the paper, every thought lingering around my m...
