Ruined by an Apadravya
The cold metal of a barbell bearing
Pressed deliciously on my clit.
The cold, so faint,
Teasing my bud
Making it retract in pleasure.
Sliding up and down my slit
Making me ache
And wet with need.
His tongue wetting his lips,
Staring into my eyes;
Eyes filled with hunger and lust.
A smirk
And then he stuffed
His cock inside me,
An agonizingly slow pace,
My walls quiver.
The head of the barbell
Serving as extra pleasure.
Scraping the insides of my walls
Slowly,
Torturously slow.
The cold piercing against my heated core,
Heightened pleasure.
His thrusts too calculating
To be pleasure
Yet, too delicious
To be pain.
He ruined me,
With that piercing that goes through the bulbous of his cock,
Scraping the walls of my folds
Ruffling the petals
And I open up
Inviting him deeper
Fill me up!
Ruin me with that pleasure.
My body jerking at my curiosity
At how an apadravya enhanced everything.
Stretching me out
With just a little touch of a piercing
He ruined me with his apadravya
