Come Play With Me

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You're a scamp, you know,
playing with me.

I know what you want,
giggling and teasing,
getting me
going, you have
come to play with me.

Alright little girl,
alright,
that's enough,
I'm trying to work
can't you see,
you naughty, precious
gamine
of lust.

Act your age now,
act your age,
since you and I have kids,
don't you see.

Oh, that was it,
you little trollop,
that was it,
pinching my ass
and running away,
giggling,
that was it.

Your round
fine
ass
is getting my hand,
my giggling
little girl.

But you know that,
my treasured
scamp.

My pixie
of sensual joy.

You know what I will do,
what I don't do
to the kids,
but you,
you get my attention,
my pet,
my sometimes submissive little pet,
you will get
what you need.

Scooping up my baby,
taking you in hand,
then letting you have what you want.

You beg me,
please no,
please no,
but you came to play with me.

Baring that butt
and smacking that mounded gift,
that tasty treat,
just to treat you well,
to treat you as
my pet,
my teasing little
slut of amorous play.

And we play,
for you came to play with me,
you can see,
you see,
what you do to me,
my elf,
my giggling treasure in life,
indeed.

Getting a rise out of me,
your Master is showing he's pleased,
as I wallop your rear
you see.

Master's hardness
allows you to see,
what I want to give to you,
as you squeal
with glee.

Tapping slaps to the swollen
mound of joy,
and smacks of love to your
rosy red butt
lets you know
what you mean to me,
little pet,
little tease.

Then you whimper
and leak
your dripping lust
onto
me,
and you see
what you need to be
for me.

Your laughing mouth will play,
and you give Master
a little
praise
once more,
playing a game with me.

So play the game little tart,
squeal with glee,
and take me in,
taste what Master has for you my tease.

So play the game with me,
come play with me,
as you always do,
when we are free to be
playful lovers,
play with me.

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