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The smooth caress gliding across the warmth of your soft, supple skin, Lay back and let your body sink into bliss.
The smooth caress gliding across the warmth of your soft, supple skin, Lay back and let your body sink into bliss.
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You Feel It&Amp;Hellip; The Electric Current Of Sensual Tension Coursing Through You When You Look Into His Eyes; That Intense, Animalistic Hunger. It Makes You Feel So Helpless, Yet So Completely His… His Prey To Savour.â Â
It Holds Her Tight, An Unseen Force Taking Command Of Her Body. Surely A Dream, Though It Feels Too Real To Be An Apparition Of The Mind. She Clutches At What Seems To Be A Head Beneath Those Binding Sheets, Yet Takes Hold Of Nothing. A Ghost? A Nightmare
€˜Hold Her Hands Still, She Is Going To Answer My Questions, No Matter How Long It Takes.’ They Worked Her Pussy Over For Hours. She Would Tell Them Anything They Wanted, Anything To Stop Orgasm After Orgasm Being Drilled From Her Tenderness. No Matter
Pleasuretorture
€Œi'mâ Going To Suck On Your Pretty Little Pussy Now, Do Not Put Your Hands On My Head At All, Whether To Hold Me, Or To Push Me Away. Understand? If You Fail, I'mâ Tying That Hitachi Wand Against Your Clit For An Hour.â€
Femsubdenial: It Wasn’T Unethical To Give Her An A For Volunteering To Help With Final Exams… After All, Her Experience Will Be Much More Educational And Memorable Than That Of Her Classmates… But In Retrospect It Was Rather Evil Of Me To Not Make
&Amp;Hellip;The Moment Your Existence, Your Very Essence, Cumulatesâ To That Tender, Sensitive Delicacy Between Your Thighs.
&Amp;Lsquo;Stop&Amp;Rsquo;Your Fingers Pull Away At The Command, The Twitching Of Your Sex Begging For The Final Lingering Touches Which Would Pull You Into The Gorgeous Abyss Of Orgasm. 'Again&Amp;Rsquo; The Heat Of Your Sex Beckons Once More; Furiously You Press
Let Me Feel The Pulsing Wetness, Theâ Velvetyâ Softness, Which My Cock Shall Soon Be Exploring.â
The Pulsing Resonance Of Her Screams Sweeps The Halls, All Eyes Fixed On The Writhing Beauty Before The Class. Her Hips Push And Pull Against The Seat, The Words And Murmurs Around Her Linger Like A Haze, Trapped In A Fog Of Emotions. She Knows Not To
&Amp;Ldquo;Do Not Let Those Legs Give Way&Amp;Hellip;Now Tell Me, Who Does Your Pussy Belong To?&Amp;Rdquo;
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