In a dimly lit corner of the corner,
Her heart races as she leans against the wall.
Taking a breath, he did not warn her.
His voice is velvet, that's her Master's drawl.
He spins her around, hands above head, ass out,
Her body trembles, her belly filled with doubt.
He spanks her with a slap, she yelps out loud,
Leaning in close, he softly whispers proud.
"You're such a slut, you want me, don't you?"
She nods her head, surrendering to him anew.
The thrill of getting caught, a rush of adrenaline,
She's his to serve, his to pleasure, his to use.
He touches her folds, she's soaked clear through,
Ready to serve, she's only his to use.
Her legs spread wide, eager to rush,
He penetrates and makes her gush.
He groans and moans, climax near,
Leaves him spent, his seed between her cheeks.
With a smile, she straightens her clothes,
Heading back to their evening, always in control.
And even though they may appear vanilla,
They live their lifestyle with secrecy and thrill.
Their love is real, their bond unbreakable,
Two souls intertwined, a love that never will.
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