spiritual_love
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She was exhausted and spent as her body vibrated from the incredible sensations that were throbbing within her body, yet surely she was going to stop. She would definitely not stop until you gave the word. It was perhaps a dangerous concept, but her trust was completely within you. She knew her boundaries would be pushed, perhaps newer ones would be established.
Her body spilled upon the floor at your feet. Panting as if she were a little bitch in heat, her body quivered from the build up of need. The pleasure point of her clitoris was swollen, filled with blood, so distended from the little hood that covered it. Thighs spread as wide as they could possibly be and despite the pain her hips rocked obscenely. Trying with such desperation to reach the climax that was shimmering about the edges of her delight.
Feeling your presence lower and drop before her to one knee, the small rounded curve of her chin lifted upwards. She attempted to focus, yet her green sight was hazy as she gazed at you, it took a few moments before her vision cleared. Once it did her eyes swallowed your appearance, her nostrils flared as she breathed you in, taking the masculine essence into her body, making it a part of her being. This only serve to send her spiraling into the madness of need for you. The tendrils of damp black hair clinging to her face were brushed aside by your firm, long fingers. The question loomed within the air and her answer oozed with a quaking whisper from her lips.
yes....Sir....please..
Her body spilled upon the floor at your feet. Panting as if she were a little bitch in heat, her body quivered from the build up of need. The pleasure point of her clitoris was swollen, filled with blood, so distended from the little hood that covered it. Thighs spread as wide as they could possibly be and despite the pain her hips rocked obscenely. Trying with such desperation to reach the climax that was shimmering about the edges of her delight.
Feeling your presence lower and drop before her to one knee, the small rounded curve of her chin lifted upwards. She attempted to focus, yet her green sight was hazy as she gazed at you, it took a few moments before her vision cleared. Once it did her eyes swallowed your appearance, her nostrils flared as she breathed you in, taking the masculine essence into her body, making it a part of her being. This only serve to send her spiraling into the madness of need for you. The tendrils of damp black hair clinging to her face were brushed aside by your firm, long fingers. The question loomed within the air and her answer oozed with a quaking whisper from her lips.
yes....Sir....please..
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