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Hold out your breasts
Hold out your breasts.
Look at them.
Look at how proudly they hang
Each one just a bit too big for two hands to cover.
And your nipples
How can I describe them?
Haughty. These are haughty nipples.
Your breasts are naughty.
They take one’s attention.
They dare you too look.
They speak of a secret power that threatens me.
Hold still while I spank this one,
on the top.
I like how easily they turn red.
Perhaps the colour is more a blush than a sting, eh?
You see it’s for their beauty that I punish them.
Here… I will tighten these clips on your nipples until you wince.
And then we can make love.
Look at them.
Look at how proudly they hang
Each one just a bit too big for two hands to cover.
And your nipples
How can I describe them?
Haughty. These are haughty nipples.
Your breasts are naughty.
They take one’s attention.
They dare you too look.
They speak of a secret power that threatens me.
Hold still while I spank this one,
on the top.
I like how easily they turn red.
Perhaps the colour is more a blush than a sting, eh?
You see it’s for their beauty that I punish them.
Here… I will tighten these clips on your nipples until you wince.
And then we can make love.
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