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That Moment... That Moment... I love when she looks up at me, a whimpering, quivering mess, ruined by the waves of orgasms that have beaten against her. That moment when she looks up at me, a tear pooling in the corner of her eye, and begs to me, “please sir, no more.” It’s in that moment that I feel the greatest sense of ownership of her. When twenty or thirty orgasms have left her stretched, pounded, and shaken into conflicted bliss where her pleasure has become her pain and nothing in her world makes sense anymore, save for the fact that her body is owned, and that her mind has been indelibly marked as mine. So go ahead and cry and beg baby, I’ll use those tears as lube and bring you once more to that place where heaven and hell meet, where your angels and demons do battle, and your mind and body rage against things seemingly impossible. TUMBLR.. "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.” |
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I suppose someday I'll have to use vibrators on her, but not yet... For now it is just the feel of the hemp, the touch of my flesh against hers, my mind shaping hers. I haven't yet exhausted what nature provides.
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