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Can you be the Domme that does this to me:
I can no longer breathe, much less make a noise of want. This is what she does to me, everyday: whips me into a frenzy of words that makes me miss her more than i have the power to say in her absence, that makes me so wet that if she were here, I'd fuck her right now, bent over the table, with all these people watching, groaning her name with every thrust of her strap-on. I'd be begging her to fuck me, beat me, make me come with the kind of orgasm that makes everything else disappear.
Where is she? |
