Poem
Does it make you happy when I open my mouth for you?
Take your cock without taking my eyes off you?
What about when I put my head down and ass up for you?
How I yearn to hear you say Good Girl...
I take you in deep and involuntarily yell in pain as the first thrusts are so tight and filling. It takes my pussy time to stretch for you.
You use your palm to keep my back down, arch deep, to feel your every millimeter pierce inside of me.
How I yearn to hear you say Good Girl...
Then my yells change to pleasure as my walls begin to welcome instead of reject you. Because the more I struggle, the more it will hurt. But you love me when I'm tense, don't you.
How I yearn to hear you say Good Girl...
You love when I can't seem to take a breath. You take it every time you yank my head with a fist of my afro hair.
You take it everytime you stretch my throat as I gag on Daddy's cock.
You take it everytime when you shove my legs back so my knees touch my ears.
How I yearn to hear you said Good Girl...
You whip me to remind me of my purpose
You choke me to remind me of my trust for you
You spank me as you call me your good girl.
