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Kiss me, please, Daddy. He had my wrists pinned above my head, his lower arms caging my face as he fucked me, crowding me with his primal need, his raw scent, that wild look that signaled a whole night ahead. It was with deliberate, deep thrusts that he tunneled into my clenching, wet cunt, watching my instinctual reaction each time: back arching, lips open, gasping, my eyes rolling back with the pleasure-spun invasion. That was it – the moment he lowered his lips to mine and swept his tongue into my pink, needy mouth. It was a kiss of dominance, all-consuming and devouring. A kiss that held my tongue ransom. It seared my nerves with pleasure that spiraled straight down my spine to my swelling clit. And then, as quickly as he intruded, he withdrew to leave me underneath him, wide-eyed and panting and searching for more. Fuck. I wanted that again. I needed it again. I wordlessly tilted my mouth up, in search for more. Please, please, my mind sang. But he pulled away from my seeking mouth, simultaneously thrusting into me and grinding against my swollen clit. “Ahh please please pleeease…” I groaned, trying to reach his lips but still held down by my wrists. “Please, what, little one?” He managed to sound almost-casual, but his eyes gave him away. The sadist was dancing through them. Fuck. Surely he wasn’t going to make me say it. I couldn’t beg for a kiss. I couldn’t. “Pleeease, please…” I tried again. “No. Ask me properly, little slut. Ask me properly for what you want.” Another penetrating thrust that had me whimpering. And I knew it was ridiculous not to ask. I had previously begged him for such filthy things. Wanton things that made my cheeks blaze in the fresh daylight of the next morning. This was just a kiss. Not as innocent as it sounded when it was instigated by his mouth, but still, a kiss. Yet there was a part of me that couldn’t bear to hear those words leave my lips. His eyes stormed with arousal as he watched my inner turmoil. Pride over surrender. Need over shame. Longing over humiliation. But submissiveness always wins in his presence. “P-please… please, Sir… will you kiss me?” His crooning delight of “oh, of course, my little slut” and he finally covered my lips with his own. freelydone~  "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.” |
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❤️😘❤️ "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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So lovely..... Self-respect is the corner-stone of virtues.
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