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The Heart of A Woman

He was a man of great integrity and the woman that sat across from him knew him very well. He was dressed very stylishly for he was someone that was used to the best of everything.   He had worked very hard in his life to have what he had and didn't trust many people.   Especially women.  The woman that watched him knew all about this.  She wasn't just any woman.  She was his slave,  his playtoy but she had made one mistake.   She had fallen in love with her Master.  She craved him.  All of him.  She loved his hands on her and never flinched when he spanked her or anything else for that matter.   Her Master was very passionate with her and  he drove her crazy.  In a good way,  of course.  He loved lacey lingerie and demanded that she wear her hair a certain way.  She could wear make up but he wanted her made up for his pleasure.   Red lipstick was a big turn on for him.  He demanded her mouth on his cock every day and she loved it.  She would suck him off wearing the most slutty outfit she could find in her closet and she would tease him with high heels that made her long legs look longer as she knelt in front of him.  My God, this man was high maintenance she mused.  He wasn't the kind of man that just fucked,  unless she had angered him.  Ha! She did that on purpose alot because she loved feeling his swollen sacs bouncing against her pussy hard and fast.  He was a meticulous lover.  Everything was so perfect.   He was perfect.   He definitely had perfected the art of love making! He loved having his balls rubbed and enjoyed her scent immensely.   He insisted always to be oh, so deep inside of her and loved to bang against her for that perfect, hard orgasm.   Her butt plug was always in as well.  He loved knowing that she was wearing it especially if they were playing.  His fingers and mouth would tease and lick her.  Oh! Her Master would drive her wild! So today as she looked at him and reflected upon their adventures together, she knew that she would never leave him.  She was thinking with her heart not her obligation to him.  She loved him.  All of him.  With her whole heart.  The heart of a woman.......
Written by QuinnARichardson
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