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She gave him that come hither stare, and pointed to the chair. glimmer in her eye, she smiled a devilish grin, bout to get it in when he sees her golden skin through the lace so thin.
she chuckled to herself, locked the door, turned on a dime. toes skirting the floor, her love swimming, she chuckled again, and over her shoulder winked.
the desire, by the hour, he's wired. He's the supplier's slave tonight.
Her body rocked in the glimmer of the light.
Dancing in the beat of his lusting heat she slowly dropped, gently stroking up and down his thighs
A smirk and an eye glimmer appeared
Flick of her tongue right on the edge of his ear, she demanded his attention.
Tilting her head so slightly to the left, pointing to the crevice in her neck. Attention she gave as she demanded, kiss me right there.
The air grew warm, between the brink of pink, she grew even more eager from the prodigious heat. Thick and humid, pheromones wafted. She gently straddled his lap, teasing him so. She asked, "Would you like me to let you go."
He answered, no misstress, please take care of me. May my hands be untied so they can be free to touch you there. If i can, may i taste what smells so sweet? If i may, can i taste your sweet sweet treat?"
She winked again and untied his hands, shifting quasi power to her slave man. You may touch me where I say you should. Start here, slave, am I understood?
Comforted by his increasing heat, he leaned her back tracing his prize up her thighs.
In the moment, the warmth carried her closer. pulling her into it, she began to moan. Gradually finding his way, his turn at power came into play. Grasping for air, she came up short. It was over for the mistress at this point. The master took his due control, the night was young, and the first battle he had won.
She gave him that come hither stare, and pointed to the chair. glimmer in her eye, she smiled a devilish grin, bout to get it in when he sees her golden skin through the lace so thin.
she chuckled to herself, locked the door, turned on a dime. toes skirting the floor, her love swimming, she chuckled again, and over her shoulder winked.
the desire, by the hour, he's wired. He's the supplier's slave tonight.
Her body rocked in the glimmer of the light.
Dancing in the beat of his lusting heat she slowly dropped, gently stroking up and down his thighs
A smirk and an eye glimmer appeared
Flick of her tongue right on the edge of his ear, she demanded his attention.
Tilting her head so slightly to the left, pointing to the crevice in her neck. Attention she gave as she demanded, kiss me right there.
He answered, no misstress, please take care of me. May my hands be untied so they can be free to touch you there. If i can, may i taste what smells so sweet? If i may, can i taste your sweet sweet treat?"
She winked again and untied his hands, shifting quasi power to her slave man. You may touch me where I say you should. Start here, slave, am I understood?
Comforted by his increasing heat, he leaned her back tracing his prize up her thighs.
In the moment, the warmth carried her closer. pulling her into it, she began to moan. Gradually finding his way, his turn at power came into play. Grasping for air, she came up short. It was over for the mistress at this point. The master took his due control, the night was young, and the first battle he had won.
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