A D/s couple as they live
Even as she kneels, she knows her legs belong around him. Even as her head bows in respect, she feels his cock between her lips. Even as she walks toward him, she feels his hands upon her hips. Even as she whispers “Sir”, it’s music like a hymn. On her knees, her hairless mound is offered, open and inviting; Pink as sunrise, wet as a river, before his touch is felt. Her lips gape open...Read On
Added: 13 Jun 2013 | Category: Love Poems |
Avg Score: 4.67 |
Tags: erotic erotica desire bdsm
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