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A Halloween Vixen's Evening Ball
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 A Halloween vixen is donning her mask   A black-widow spider of sorts Musing of how she will mete out her task   And letting her plan run its course A night full of torture, a feast of delight   Of bondage, in webs she has made An orgasmic feast for the spider all night   And torture on him, whom she preyed Her venom injected, but not in his vein   And not from a bite, but desire: The spider has teased him, and poisoned his brain   By keeping his passions afire The Halloween vixen is tying some ropes   A spider-web trapping of sorts Occasional swats mixed with genital gropes   As wicked plans run through their course Her prey has not climaxed for thirty-one days   Since autumn leaves started to turn Such beautiful flora ? October's bright blaze ?   Reminders of tormenting burn A month of denial, engorgement, and pain   Ensures that he won't be defiant Her feminine wiles have poisoned his brain   And made him exceedingly pliant The Halloween vixen is grasping her whips   Some spider-fang weapons of sorts To redden the flesh down between his two hips   And hear him cry out from the force The naked man, bound and secured in her den   Completely unable to move She starts with some moderate tapping, and then   Begins to get into a groove Each cry for relentment a pleasing refrain   To only inspire more thrashing His need for a climax has poisoned his brain   So now he's enduring a lashing The Halloween vixen is taunting her prey   With spidery language of sorts The naked man daunted to hear the belle say   Her plans for reversed intercourse: "I'll be the thruster, you'll feel the filling,"   She coos as she scratches his nape, "I hope that you'll love it ? but if you're unwilling,   I guess you'll just have to get raped." The thought brings a shudder; he wants to complain,   To beg not to roleplay a victim But her gleeful enjoyment has poisoned his brain   So he must submit to her dictum The Halloween gaziantep escort vixen is yoking her tool:   A spiderly sex-change of sorts... Her posture is confident, her smile is cruel   This rapist will feel no remorse! She first stands before him, to study his face ?   Filled with curious horror and dread ? To relish his look of accepted disgrace,   (For he knows she will do what she said) She takes a step closer, grabs hold of his mane   Instructing him, "Baby, now suck it." Her intimidation has poisoned his brain:   His mouth forms an 'O,' and she fucks it The Halloween vixen is grabbing his hair:   A mantis-like thrusting of sorts... She was spurred on by his gasping for air   And choking that sounded quite hoarse "Now deep-throat it, baby! Yeah, take it all in!" "Oh, baby, such skills!" as she mocks with a grin   "I wish I could shoot, make you swallow... There's one little problem ? your lips are too plain   Compared with my dildo, they're duller. Let's see if some lipstick can poison your brain   When I pick a suitable color." The Halloween vixen is browsing her kit   A spider's collection of sorts Intending to pick out a near-perfect fit   From Maybelline, Revlon, and more She narrows it down to three luminous hues   With embarrassing brilliance and flair She carries them over, and gives him the news:   "You now get to choose what you'll wear." She makes him beg "please" for the color by name,   (Not just indicate a selection...) This girly enactment has poisoned his brain   And even begun an erection! The Halloween vixen is coloring lips   A spidery venom of sorts And soon, once again, she is thrusting her hips   As though she were riding a horse She thinks of how women have felt through the years   Pressured for oral delight Their men unaware of discomfort, or tears   So, using his hair, pulls him tight Each gag brings a giggle ? to her, it's a game ?   She revels in this role-reversal The hatay escort feminization has poisoned his brain   And this is just one mere rehearsal! The Halloween vixen is lubing her gear,   Her spider-like palpus of sorts Musing of how she is hoping for tears,   To hear him get broken and hoarse Her palms grope his ass-cheeks, he cannot resist   (Their lingering warmth seems to thrill her) His hog-tied position: feet bound to his wrist,   Like prey in the web of a killer His helplessness causes her swagger to reign   She's keen to begin and deflower His open exposure has poisoned his brain   And forfeited all of the power The Halloween vixen is thrusting her hips   A spider-like mating of sorts With coos of delight flowing out from her lips   In language so vulgar and coarse "I know that you like it," she mocks with a grunt   "You cannot refuse ? I've not cum yet! It's feeling so good, and I love your tight cunt,    Don't worry, I won't get you pregnant..." These tired, old lines of seduction, his bane!   Unaccustomed to hearing them spoken The date-rape reversal has poisoned his brain   Until he is tearful and broken The Halloween vixen is doffing her vibe   Her spider-like tendril of sorts Prepared to commence on a new kind of ride   A jaunt he won't want to abort She's relished his whimpers and savored his breaking, But now she is ready to feel herself quaking   From this vulva-pleasuring boy Removing her panties (with now-glist'ning stain)   She gives him a glimpse of her coral The scent of her womanhood poisons his brain   Compelling his service with oral The Halloween vixen is smothering his mind   A spider-like pouncing of sorts He fancies the taste, but it's taxing to find   An available oxygen source Her wet streams of rapturous orgasms pour:   At least six, with nary a bad one ? But each time she shudders, it does underscore   How long it has been since he's had one! He wonders, while tasting hatay escort the honey-drenched rain,   Will she take a ride on his member? Or will ? and this horror-thought poisons his brain ?   His denial stretch into November? The Halloween vixen is ending her feeding   A spider-like mealtime of sorts (Though somewhat reversed, in that he did the eating   But she was fulfilled by the course) Her demeanor has softened, he can't help but think   He is near to his long-craved release But each time her hands bring him close to the brink   The strokes on his genitals cease! So deftly engorging and waxing his pain ?   And using her words for more egging: Sardonic "Poor baby's" have poisoned his brain   Until he is groveling, begging The Halloween vixen is baring her chest   A spider-like tempting of sorts Each button unbuttoned revealing more breast:   A manifest femme fatale force "Would you like to shoot? Get ten seconds of bliss?   How badly do you think you need it? I'll grant you release, but promise me this:   That when you are finished, you'll eat it." Reluctant assent, for he needs to be drained   It's fruitless to keep on resisting Her too-knowing smile then poisons his brain,   Turned on by her stubborn insisting The Halloween vixen is mounting her prey   A spider-like suction of sorts Ready to feel how effective the sway   Of her spread-open siphoning doors She lowers it slowly, her warm, fleshy sheath ? He's sure to explode all his thirty-day load   As soon as his penis is in it. With eye-contact made, it reduces his strain   As her hips begin rhythmic action Her facial expressions send jolts to his brain,   Beginning the semen extraction The Halloween vixen is purring a sigh   A black-cat contentment of sorts They climaxed together, and now, satisfied   She's holding his warm smorgasbord There's no turning back from his bargain, and so   He has to devour the paste She tells him, "This won't be the last time, you know..."   And hobbles up close to his face Her unpinching fingers massage as she drains   His pungent payload from her goblet And though all the poison is gone from his brain,   He still has to savor each droplet! |
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