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I scrambled on my hands and knees across the short expanse to your chair. Climbing up into your lap, I rested my head on your shoulder. This was indeed a pleasure, a great honour to sit on your Masters lap. I kissed your neck, allowing my tongue to linger. Your skin was a delight to boob movies my senses, salty from your sweat, filling me with the scent of musk, masculinity. I kissed your ear and answered you. lesbian tgp My voice came to me, my breath steady, the words sure.
"I want to please you."
My breath was steady now, my chest returning to its natural rhythm.
"I want you to own me," I cried wild latina girl out in the darkness of my room, the final tremors of ecstasy subsiding. "I want to be your slave."
I rolled back on my Lesbian TGP pillow and closed my eyes. I was tired, my body sated, but my mind turned over in endless turmoil. With every attempt at sleep came another opportunity for my destiny to play out in my mind. What have you done to me? Am I to be your slave?
I am your slave. My heart and body belong to you. These thoughts, although foreign to me, rang true to my heart and soul.
My thoughts were then interrupted by the alarm clock’s cry. Morning had broken and so had my will.
I began to move the tool within me. teen lesbians Drawing it forth slowly, then pushing it deep again. I thought of how you would be when you took my hidden bounty. Would you touch me this way? Would you take me gently?
I heard your breath catch in your chest. The room was filled with sound as your sated moans reached a crescendo. The walls repeated your cry, echoes blending in my mind, becoming one with my silent screams. Mine spoke of pain, yours, of pleasure. Your lips moved against my wet cheek, kissing Lesbian TGP me gently, tenderly as you pulled your spent organ from me.
You moved away military porn from me and pulled me gently back onto my heels. I sat back in my customary position, the position all pleasure slaves must take when in the sight of a master.
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