SLAVEBOY32
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He could hardly wait, for this part of the day She allows him one kiss, then it is time to pay. Twisting, turning, aching, yearning it's not about him, is what he is learning. Spending time with a Goddess, giving his body as the cost she gives him the balance, that without he'd be lost. Pushing him away, as he tries to embrace She binds his arms, and covers his face. You disgust me boy, now learn your place! Struggling in his restraints, again she swings the crop he cries out in his head, but stays quiet for his Top. Done with the crop, she reaches for her cane for her satisfaction, he needs real pain. With the help of the crop, she turns his pink ass to red she gets her satisfaction, as he cries into the bed. Showing mercy with her whip, she puts on her strap looking down at his red bottom, she gives it a slap. The quiet night no more, with screams from his lips as she gleefully takes hold, and thrusts with her hips. She reminds him he's a whore, yet he begs for more. This is real passion, not that vanilla bore.
< Message edited by SLAVEBOY32 -- 10/22/2009 12:06:20 AM >
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