Standing vulnerable and wet I await the touch of his
fingers. I am weakened by his hot breath
caressing my skin and want to beg for more, but I know better. He told me to stand there and be quiet. I ache for his discipline and am tempted to wiggle
spitefully just for a smack. My master
tortures me slow and perfect like no other man could. When his hand palms my mound I shudder
feeling my nectar escape just for him. I
can hear him chuckle with pride as he quickens his fingers within me, his
willing toy.
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