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Awaken the slut
her body lays naked, curled into a small ball, akin to a kitten, and her eyes are closed softly as she sleeps.
He enters the room, and instantly she smells Him, the familiar scent of His Dominance and power over her, and she waits...
His shadow over her now, He bends to stroke her soft white flesh, nails tracing down her back, her thighs, right down to her ankles.
she stirs, stretching her arms in an open yawn, and her eyes flutter open.
Looking up at Him, her breath catches in her throat, and she smiles at His obvious arousal.
He orders her to kneel, and without a word, she does so. This is a game they play well together, a game with two winners, if she is a good girl.
He nods His approval, and she takes Him in her mouth, licking and sucking gently, and feeling every contour of His erection, every pulse of His arousal as she strokes His balls and dares to scratch His thighs softly as she takes Him deeper.
His patience wears thin after a short while, and wrapping a hand around a fistful of hair, He pulls her to her feet, pressing her up against the wall, and gripping her throat, biting her neck, her shoulder, and pinching a nipple between His thumb and forefinger till she cries out in pain.
Then, He lifts her with both hands around her waist, sliding her back up the wall, until she is above Him, looking down into the steely dark eyes that know the kind of woman she truly is...
And lowering her back down, she is impaled on His thick shaft. her moans of pleasure make His voice grow husky, as He tells her she's His good little fuck slut.
The sounds that emanate from her pussy are so audible that they almost drown out His grunts, and her groans entirely, as they dance this dance of lust and primal animal, their bodies entwined as one, as they reach the heights of ecstasy only to be found in this way.
she shudders and cries out His name, as He thrusts one final time, deep inside her, before sinking His teeth into the soft flesh of her breast, and whispering...
You're Mine
He enters the room, and instantly she smells Him, the familiar scent of His Dominance and power over her, and she waits...
His shadow over her now, He bends to stroke her soft white flesh, nails tracing down her back, her thighs, right down to her ankles.
she stirs, stretching her arms in an open yawn, and her eyes flutter open.
Looking up at Him, her breath catches in her throat, and she smiles at His obvious arousal.
He orders her to kneel, and without a word, she does so. This is a game they play well together, a game with two winners, if she is a good girl.
He nods His approval, and she takes Him in her mouth, licking and sucking gently, and feeling every contour of His erection, every pulse of His arousal as she strokes His balls and dares to scratch His thighs softly as she takes Him deeper.
His patience wears thin after a short while, and wrapping a hand around a fistful of hair, He pulls her to her feet, pressing her up against the wall, and gripping her throat, biting her neck, her shoulder, and pinching a nipple between His thumb and forefinger till she cries out in pain.
Then, He lifts her with both hands around her waist, sliding her back up the wall, until she is above Him, looking down into the steely dark eyes that know the kind of woman she truly is...
And lowering her back down, she is impaled on His thick shaft. her moans of pleasure make His voice grow husky, as He tells her she's His good little fuck slut.
The sounds that emanate from her pussy are so audible that they almost drown out His grunts, and her groans entirely, as they dance this dance of lust and primal animal, their bodies entwined as one, as they reach the heights of ecstasy only to be found in this way.
she shudders and cries out His name, as He thrusts one final time, deep inside her, before sinking His teeth into the soft flesh of her breast, and whispering...
You're Mine
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