I crave the feel of your teeth on my nipple as they sink into my tender flesh
I long to gag as you hold my mouth open thrusting your hips savagely into it
I can feel the sting of your hand against my breast as you grope my tender flesh
I spread my legs anticipating you spanking my sex until my orgasm holds me over the edge of the highest of cliffs
I do as I am told because only then, when I am good, am I allowed the pleasure of an orgasm
*Steven J. Cavenaugh knows
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