My Princess Tonya

Tonya, my dear Lady,

I would treat you like a princess during the day
Your humble servant, doing everything you say
But at night, my white gloves I would throw away
I turn into a wild beast and you're my favorite prey
I give you orders and like a good girl you must obey
You trust in me as I thrust into you with no delay
I touch and play while you extract my sticky DNA
Your mouth has nothing to say, too busy making me spray
My hot load at the back of your throat, flows down all the way

Choking my Princess
By J. Seychell
Malta 2018
joesey139@hotmail

When love and lust go hand in hand. The internal struggle between
the romantic gentleman and the primal instincts buried within the
dominant man. Dedicated to Tonya, the most passionate woman that I know.

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