The sound of chains echo in the room.
The touch of leather binds a slick body.
She awaits her sexual impending doom,
And bites her lip as things get naughty.
She sucks in a ragged burst of air,
As cold lube contacts with her skin.
She feels his grip take hold of her hair.
At his mercy she takes him within.
Her voice is labored as she starts to moan.
He knows each and every button to press.
Edging faster, he sets the tempo and tone.
The moment of climax comes like distress.
Bodies clapping out with such an applause.
From tip to toe she is glistening so wet.
There is no denial of the sensual cause.
Her longing desire; It's bondage and sweat.
