“Feel my fingers working you…taking you where I want you. Feel that? Show me how hard my girl can cum for me. Stay upright…jack-up your cum…scream for me...”
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shocking her clit again, and again, and again...cumming harder, yet again…more…harder. at some point she must be so stunningly lost in the sensations. how wonderful to orchestrate her orgasm, jack-it up, higher, demanding more intensity, HIGHER, until she can scream no louder, cum no harder, near delirium.
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“Bitch…dog, make noises like a dog makes…how a fucking, worthless animal moans to be fucked”.
Eloquent surrender. Hopelessly yielding to a hunger so few could appreciate. The absence of pride and agenda. Love without rival, her heart the quintessential offering. Unending possibilities. Stunning in simplicity, intricate in using well the fire for the taking. Overwhelming the realization: whatever selected is perfect match for two. Guiding well that which you adore, require, and ‘own’.
‘Take me anywhere’, she offered. Tears and jazzed so terribly hard. Words quaking, body shuddering.
“The pain is subsiding.
Or perhaps settling in.
Or maybe it’s just that I’ve found a more comfortable sitting position. Mostly…I am so filled with love…I’m not caring to define it…just feel completely owned”.
“Hey…have you been a good girl? I’m back! We’re going to play…I bought toys for you. You’re gonna love this shit…Nah…you’re gonna hate this shit :laughing: Are you all tied-up? It’s dark, coming down the stairs to see you…yes Daddy is coming… and…
YOU CAN’T FUCKING RUN…Can you pig???… :laughter:
interesting way to do biceps forearms. fewer days i have to drag my ass to the gym. organic weights. Great idea. anyone feeling entrepreneurial???
“Please…my Sir…as you said I would, ::gasp:: I’m begging, please…please my god…begging you my Sir…let me cum???.
“Who owns that cum?”
::tears:: “You do my Sir…it is YOUR cum…”.
“My love…it’s the unexpected in life that fascinates us”.
“You’re all mine now cunt. I fuckin’ own you…you know what that means? I told you what I do. And you’re able to ask…to be taken out here? OK. Now you find out”.
“My One, what can I say…what will make you believe me?”.
“Because you’re twenty-seven…and I’m fifty-eight for christ’s sake. There are plenty of young dudes who’ll beat the fuck out of you…with plenty of money too…”.
“My One…love isn’t about money or age. What I love is in your eyes, in your touch, your slap, the way you hold me…they way you beat me up…it’s there. This room, You, this is my life now…I’ve had too many lovers, too many owners. I call you “home”…until you throw me away my One”.
“Slut, I put fresh food and water in your bowls. I’ll bring a movie home with me. Filthy stupid whore. Now stop pouting or I’ll beat the fuck out of you…”.
“Mmmmm…”
“You are something else. You are so beautiful…so may options…but I suppose this keeps you on your toes, huh? I hope you’re uncomfortable in there. It’ll be about two hours-and-change until we get to California. About half-way, in the middle of nowhere, I’ll come and get you. I’ll toss you a long fuck. That sound good?
“that sounds exquisite”.
“Baby…not sure I ever met anyone who loved money as much as you. It’s gonna be a rough ride”.