Mistress Rain
• Written by Icy_Rain
Ass like a weapon, grip like a vault
He dump every drop then I lock the vault
Rims on my hips, he park and pray
CeCe don’t drive—she slay and slay
Gag on the gearshift, sweat on the seat
“Daddy” ain't it—call me Dom Elite
Throat game illegal, arch too plush
He cream in his jeans when I barely touch
I pulled up topless, lip gloss armed
Snatched his soul, didn’t mean no harm
Backseat freakin’, doors unlocked
Had his boy in the front sayin’ “Damn, she hot!”
Broke his back like the beat go boom
Left him twitchin' in a hotel room
Dumped him twice, now he walkin' funny
CeCe Rain turn cum kings into bunnies
He a throat goat now, I flipped his script
One kiss from me, he lose his grip
Leakin’ confessions in voice memos
Sayin’ “Mistress Rain, I need your lows”
Tied him up, used him twice, no cuddle
Told him “bounce”—then blocked his bubble
CeCe don’t save, I serve and spin
You the cum dump, boo—now tell your friends
He in the back seat, legs in the air
Tears on his lashes, but I don’t care
“CeCe please”—nah, you asked for this
Now grip them sheets, take every kiss
Left him sore with the seatbelt marks
Whined like a pup when I turned it dark
Ain’t no mercy, no love, just lust
CeCe Rain got that *wreck-it thrust*
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Icy_Rain
Member since January 13 2023