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His tongue mirrors the actions of his fingers, claiming me. My legs begin to stiffen as I push against his hand. With one smooth movement, he angles his body so my torso is resting on the bed beside him. He throws his right leg over both mine and plants his left forearm on the small of my back, holding me down so I cannot move … He places his hand on my naked behind, softly fondling me, stroking around and around with his flat palm.
And then his hand is no longer there … and he hits me—hard. He gently strokes my hair … Boy … I Survived. In my head, I tell her where to go. Christian squirts baby oil into his hand and then rubs my behind with careful tenderness—from makeup remover to soothing balm for a spanked ass, who would have thought it was such a versatile liquid. Completely overwhelm me. I feel like Icarus flying too close to the sun.
I gasp, and all the muscles deep in my belly clench. They make me needy, needy for sex. She might even like the riding crop and wrist cuffs more! He walks around me again, trailing the crop around the middle of my body.
My nipples harden and elongate from the assault, and I moan loudly, pulling on my leather cuffs. Careful not to touch my stinging behind, we are spooning again.
He kisses me softly beside my ear. He needs me, for whatever reason, at this point in time, and I have never felt so desired and coveted. My inner god is confused: When choosing between proper pornography, proper literature or a proper hype, the hype would probably be last on my list of priorities.
Welingelichte Kringen. Roland Bruynesteyn My inner god is confused: When choosing between proper pornography, proper literature or a proper hype, the hype would probably be last on my list of priorities. Voorpagina Over ons Contact Adverteren Op uw site? Door gebruik te maken van deze website, geef je toestemming voor het plaatsen en uitlezen van cookies door de website Welingelichte Kringen of haar adverteerders.
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