Pleasurable spikes of pain moisten her flower and she dews
just for me. My hand pinks her ass while
her moans, laughter and tears all rush from her mouth together pleasing me and
ultimately her. She likes the tease of
my power. She was born from need and
addiction and I am her personal supply of heroine. Her eyes plead for more before the begging
even begins to leave her trembling lips.
As the cuffs nibble into her fragile wrists she turns to face me and
with a wicked grin she simply says “More, please master, I want more.”
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