It's a hot humid night,dark through the house.
I can hear his foot steps growing loud my chest feels heavy, my heart it starts to pound my wetness gluiding down my leg.
I don't make a sound.
I kneel to my king bare bodied hand wrapped around my back.
The door handle turns I know I'm about to crack.
I feel my emotions spew from my eyes.
I don't speak because I would be denied.
I'm his good girl I don't do bad.
He speaks just to be heard.
Where you a good girl today not sure if it's ok to speak I just shake my head.
I see his dark shadow walk behind. His hands so strong, so rough, pulling my hair into a ponytail.
He walks around I know what he wants so I open my mouth willing and wanting to pleasure my king. He give my ass a thwack Just a sting.
I crave his pain,his love everything the way I'm handcuffed to this rod. My kings territory sopping wet he slides his fingers in 2 is enough then he rubs my slit I beg for more as he calls me his stupid little whore.
Arch your back, let me slide down your crack I feel a pressure on my tight hole he presses in I'm such a fool.
I beg not there but there's not much care for I haven't used my word.
He grabs my hips pumping it in no lube just the spit.
I moan he growns.
He whispers take me deep his hand wrapped around my throat as I'm about to sleep.
His hot seed explodes in me and I awake feeling his hot flesh of his d push into me.
When he's done he whispers good night my queen.
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