Sin

I pull my hands to the sound of clink-clank. My bonds reflect the essence of my undoing and yet –The beast within you has been unleashed.Your smile, lascivious, as you take one more step. The clip-clop of heels resonate on the stone floor,Accompanied by the sway of pendulous breasts and rustling chains.Hardened nipples wait to pierce my flesh.Pure etlik escort sin drips from your body like golden sweat.Fingers scrape as my tightness aches.My sacks of liquid cream, tied and hung,Heavy weights pull me taut,And upright he waits. And waits.Snaking nails rake over goosebumped flesh,As heat surges keçiören escort from nipple clamps that bite down hard.The body stiff and scared. I dare not breathe.Sin is written upon your face in words – I can no longer read.The end is nigh.My downfall, glistening as it approaches.I can see the needles of sweet kızılay escort honey descend on me.My proboscis lost to the succulent folds of moistness, and yet –It soothes the pain.Sin’s sweet honey seeps from your lips onto mine.Need is close, want is closer, as bodies gyrate and slither.Oscillating clamps bite hard at my nipples while the weight thatSways and bobs on my extending scrotum, torments me.My pride swings like a pendulum on springs.And without a touch – pools its seedTo the panting cries from the only lips that can speak.Release is so sweet.I know what sin looks like, feels like and tastes like.  I know sin.