Cord

Cord

He spied her, hot and young and rash,
And trussed her, goose-like, hands and feet.
He taped her mouth and ripped her dress
To probe and carve her like a meat.

Driven like half-maddened beasts,
The bulk of men act out of haste.
But slowly binding her, he thinks
That Girl is an acquired taste.

Gleaming pussy, gaping cunt
His due reward, fresh from the hunt.
With instruments of steel and chrome
He examined his new prize he owned.

He trained his doggie with his touch.
And fucked her with his favorite lunch.
Sausage seasoned with a girl
And ripened female for dessert.

He filled her with his fingers first
Up to the knuckles, nothing worse
Then slipped inside her past his thumb
And troubled her and made her come.

And so he saved the best for last
An aperitif of Girl, what less?
He bit her on her pearly ass
And striped her red with cane and lash.

Her parted thighs, her rose-bud flesh
He ripped and gnawed and tore and gnashed
She squealed and begged. She cried, implored-
Both man and girl, entrapped in cord.









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