misssmeat:“Aftercare isn’t something I did to you,” he says. “It’s we did something together.” He uses me, makes me scream. He leaves me a little broken. And I surrender. I push myself closer to my limits for him. And now that we’re done,

misssmeat:“Aftercare isn’t something I did to you,” he says. “It’s we did something together.” He uses me, makes me scream. He leaves me a little broken. And I surrender. I push myself closer to my limits for him. And now that we’re done,

misssmeat:“Aftercare isn’t something I did to you,” he says. “It’s we did something together.” He uses me, makes me scream. He leaves me a little broken. And I surrender. I push myself closer to my limits for him. And now that we’re done,

misssmeat:“Aftercare isn’t something I did to you,” he says. “It’s we did something together.” He uses me, makes me scream. He leaves me a little broken. And I surrender. I push myself closer to my limits for him. And now that we’re done,

misssmeat:“Aftercare isn’t something I did to you,” he says. “It’s we did something together.” He uses me, makes me scream. He leaves me a little broken. And I surrender. I push myself closer to my limits for him. And now that we’re done,

misssmeat:“Aftercare isn’t something I did to you,” he says. “It’s we did something together.” He uses me, makes me scream. He leaves me a little broken. And I surrender. I push myself closer to my limits for him. And now that we’re done,

misssmeat:“Aftercare isn’t something I did to you,” he says. “It’s we did something together.” He uses me, makes me scream. He leaves me a little broken. And I surrender. I push myself closer to my limits for him. And now that we’re done,

misssmeat:“Aftercare isn’t something I did to you,” he says. “It’s we did something together.” He uses me, makes me scream. He leaves me a little broken. And I surrender. I push myself closer to my limits for him. And now that we’re done,

misssmeat:“Aftercare isn’t something I did to you,” he says. “It’s we did something together.” He uses me, makes me scream. He leaves me a little broken. And I surrender. I push myself closer to my limits for him. And now that we’re done,

misssmeat:“Aftercare isn’t something I did to you,” he says. “It’s we did something together.” He uses me, makes me scream. He leaves me a little broken. And I surrender. I push myself closer to my limits for him. And now that we’re done,

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Come-Wake-Me-Upp: Ok

Thetrainingofme:we Don’t Do Enough Suspension Sir.

Acollaredbitch: Masterpandy: Dominajen: Free Domme-To-English Translatorentry: Aww, Does That Hurt?Translation: I Know Damn Well That It Hurts, And I’m Having An Obscene Amount Of Fun Hurting You.entry: How Are You Feeling?Translation: Are You Ready

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Submission

Arnold-Ziffel: Knowing Without A Doubt Your Place In Someone’s Life… Means More Than Any Words Ever Could.

Beauties Bound

Cuckqueansteffi: Happily-Married-And-Owned: Eveadams01: Vaginalchastity: Nothing To Feel There. “See You Can Still Wear Pretty Lingerie With The Belt On” “But It’s Not The Same. I Can’t Feel The Soft Fabric Against My Skin” “Oh Baby,

Weirdlandtv:it’s Time For Another Brigitte Bardot Gallery. Love The Ones Where She’s Walking Her Dog Clown In 1956 (Images 3 And 4).By The Way—If You Ever Want To Know More About A Photo, Like What’s The Year Or The Story Or Whatever, Don’t

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Myredbike: Devotion“Break Me A Little,” She Said. “Let It Hurt. Make Me Feel It, Today And For Days To Come.”I Didn’t Answer.“Take Me. Use Me. Ruin Me. Do Anything You Want To Me. I Offer Myself To You. Do With Me As You Please.”I Said

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