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| Face down, girl. My hands on your back, my weight pressing you into the mattress as I take you hard from behind. I reach beneath to stroke you, whispering reminders about who’s in charge here and what belongs to whom. When you’ve begged long enough, I relent and you cry out. I keep fucking you long past the point of sensitivity. Because this isn't about your pleasure. Not tonight. This is about claiming what belongs to Me. Showing you who you belong to...
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