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Ratujone: Itsallprimal: The Sweet Sounds Of Your Sex And Screams In The Morning Fill The Air As I Make You My Morning Meal. Want This Very Much!

Pleasuretorture: Whether You Have Only Dreamt About The Lingering Delights Of Being Teased While Restrained, Or Have Felt The Reality Of Warm Fingertips Set To Tantalise You… It Matters Not. Whether Through The Whispers Of A Dream, Or The Grasp Of

Pleasuretorture: It Is Like A Human Instinct… To See A Girl Naked And Helpless… And Want Nothing More Than To See Her Succumb To Intolerable Pleasures.

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Pleasuretorture: The Slow, Deliberate Trickle Of Oil Against Your Bare Skin Sets Your Body And Mind Alight. So Smooth And Silky, You Know That Those Warm Palms Can Feel The Stiffness Of Your Nipples Beneath Them. Just Like You Were Told, You Keep Your

Pleasuretorture: Never Have You Felt So Wonderfully Powerless, So Completely Helpless Even Without Restraints. Fighting The Burning Desire To Move, Fighting To Keep Your Arms Above Your Head And Your Legs Spread; Both Your Body And Mind In A State Of

Pleasuretorture: Every Movement Like A Mirror Of The Way You Masturbate, The Way You Tease Yourself; Fingertips Tracing Under Your Tight Panties, Teasing Your Pussy Lips, Making Them Need More. It Seems To Take An Eternity For Those Fingers To Slide

Pleasuretorture: You Writhe As The Hands Sliding Down Your Body Embraces Your Very Being, Caressing Your Sensual Essence. The Downward Motion Draws Every Sensation To Your Stomach, As If Drawing The Feelings Of Aching Need Away From Your Breasts, Down

Pleasuretorture: The Oil Seeps Down Your Silk Panties, Making Them Cling To The Soft Curve Of Your Swollen Mound Even Tighter. The Trail Of A Deliberate Fingertip Against The Material Feels Like A Lingering, Silk Scarfed Tongue To Your Eager Sex.

Charlottesbed: Last Night Paul Sent Me Pictures Of The Two Men’s Cocks That He Is Going To Share Me With This Weekend. All I Could Do Was Fantasize And Play With Myself Till I Was Crazy Worn Out. This Weekend Can’t Get Here Fast Enough! Charlotte

Charlottesbed: Me This Morning. Or At Least How I Feel, All The Way To The Puffy Lips, Created By Too Much Time With Paul’s Cock Between Them This Weekend. I Feel Very Owned This After The Past Two Days, Which Always Makes It Hard To Go Back To The

Charlottesbed: I Am Spending A Lot Of Time This Week Making Sure Paul Knows That I Love Him And His Perfect Cock. That Involves A Lot Of Cock Worship. Which I Love To Do. Charlotte

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