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Bound

He was all the texture her tongue
Needed to feel his coarseness
And his command and all the
Gentle touches of his words as
The light breath of his discipline
On her neck added to each lick and
He stretched her curves and strung
her up between the invisibly textured
Ropes that bound her to serve him.
Written by SweetOblivion
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