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“Do you remember?” His voice was gruff, a controlled growl, like an animal waiting to pounce. And oh, how her traitorous body wanted him to pounce.
“I was just thinking we didn’t ask how many orgasms I can have. Is there a limit? Because I’m going to come really fast and you’ve just barely started.”
I can only obey him. I have no other choice.
“No,” he cuts me off, looking at me for a few more long moments. God, I want to fidget with something, but I keep my hands wrestled to my sides.
“Unbutton your shirt.”
My legs aren't doing their job very well. I feel an irrational sense of annoyance at them for making me concentrate to remain standing when every other cell in my body is screaming for release.
"I..." Oh fuck. This seemed like such a brilliant idea four hours ago. I quickly glance at the door. He's a teacher. What the fuck am I doing?
"Show me." He commands once more, taking my other hand in his and placing it on my breast.
My thighs tremble against the restraint of the bar. I want to squeeze, but I can't. I know I'm making all kinds of incoherent sounds but I don't even care until suddenly, his hand is gone.
I came to the conclusion that I just love big breasts and I do want them. I want to play with them and watch my husband play with them. I want to see his ropes strapping them up, weaving around them with pretty chained clamps decorating them.
Everything he possessed dissolved into me.
Santa's getting kinky this year! This is a "make you chuckle" take on an old Christmas favorite.
No one looks forward to their office Christmas party - unless your office is a gym and your Christmas party is happening at a reserved club in Hollywood...
We fucked in the woods like a couple of horny teenagers - that little bluejay just staring at us the whole damn time.
We've been working so hard recently, so Mr. Robinson surprised me with a treat!