Whip

tight ass burns, a wind whip cracks the silence, gushes of emotion spill onto the floor

silence eats away, as the friction stings, cries for relief, release a comfortable warmth

slap, leather falls from the windmill motion, landing its mark on reddish cheeks

crack after crack, never miss, bruises cut the air, groans turn to grunts, endurance perseveres

they all have their turns, sharing that whip across your bum

flesh so red, even the air makes it burn, just a slight brush, makes you cum

grab tables edge, as throbbing men take their tour

each complete the realm, from behind you are overwhelm

one after another, a friend, a brother make you their whore

~ADayDreamWriter