At Master's Service

The room is dimly lit; a scent little dull;
Doors locked shut and curtains drawn full

Low pained growls, I sense your hunger
Heel clicks are rousing your swollen member

I watch you squirm; your cockhead throb;
I think I can dive in for a sloppy blowjob

Your majesty stands proud, flexing its girth
Promising to bring a pussy close to birth

I pet it, lick it, pump its pulsation between my lips
But you liked the hooded head rub at finger tips

Tongue flicks and suction polished the mushroom pin
Brushing hard by the cheeks it slid into my cum-bin

Couple minutes of hustling, and humping, and heaving
Some more to hold the sticky torrent from overflowing

I relish to suck dry that lance
There I have always found master's promising glance