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| What is it the draws me to her? When she comes to me, I run my fingers through that silky hair, I feel her anticipation as I firmly pull her head back, her mouth opens ever so slightly, I smell her and it calls to me, for perfection is the unveiling of who you are, to be what you were meant to be that fullfills and creates an ebb and flow. For my hand brings warmth to her skin, the possibility of what may come for she seeks the anticipation of my carass, she seeks my approval of my eyes as I gaze upon this gift that was given to me. To bring her to where she wants to go.
I am looking for local and perfer to find one to play with, to use as I wish how I wish and when I wish. To humilate for my whim. SIR WILLIAM
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