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| Looking For Love Her emerald eyes sparking with delight and her heart aflutter with anticipation, she glides as if on a cushion of air across the room to the pole. The soft curves of her round hips rocking softly with each feather like stepkisses the belt, wrapping it around the pole, encasing her curvaceous body in its circular confines. Slowly she leans back, arching her small body against the belt, rolling her head back. Closing her glimmering green eyes, she pauses, breathing deep, listening to the haunting beat of the music, moaning softly from slightly parted lips as it seeps through her passionate body. Slowly she twirls round the pole, her silky hair flowing as a waterfall behind her. The thundering beat of the music driving her passion. She drags her small hands over her round thighs, slowly up her round body to cup her heavy breasts as she spins faster around and around the pole. Her short silks fanning out about her curvy waist revealing the soft shape of her full hips and rounded bottom Gasping she draws her heated body up against the cool pole. Moaning softly, she slides to her knees around the pole. Arching her back her full breasts lifting upwards, her hard nipples pressing against the sheer fabric of her silks. She rolls her head slowly, biting her moist lips as she growls a soft husky growl of need. Running her slender fingers slowly over her thighs, caressing the luscious curves of her hips, she draws her hands in a slow hot trail over her heated body. She sways with the slow throbbing beat of the music, her soft rests gently bouncing to the titillating vibrations. Her hand rests for a second on the knot to her sheer silks. Tugging it loose, her delicate fingers rising to entwine through her silky hair. Arching her back, running her silky tongue over her luscious lips, she moans softly, raising her arms and fanning her hair out to let it cascade slowly over her snowy shoulders. Her eyes sparkling, as her mind wanders with the deep pulse of the music to dwell on her Master. Smoldering green eyes looking at the pole, but only see her Master. She grasps the pole, moving hand over hand, dragging her wanton body up against the pole, grinding her rounded hips hard against it, her heated body quivering in time with the beat of the haunting music. Driven to please her Master, she slithers snake-like against the pole, growling her passion. Mesmerized and smoldering for her Master, she presses hard against the pole, slowly moving her fevered body around the pole. Her heavy breasts, encasing the pole as her silks drop slowly to display her silken breasts and pert hard nipples. Her silks sliding inch by inch from her tormented form, her sensual body slowly displayed to her Master cups her full ripe breasts, drawing them together around the pole, passionately sliding them up and down around the pole, not a pole any longer but her Master's hard form. She tilts her head back crying out passionately as the pole slides through the deep crevice of her cleavage. She moves faster and faster, urgently working to please. Gasping, she rests her flushed face against the pole, her silky tongue, lashing out over the pole as she closes her simmering eyes, moaning her joy, shuddering with burning need to taste her Master Tormented, she pushes back from the pole, her lusty green eyes seeing only her Master. Leaning back into the belt, she twirls wildly around and around the pole, huskily growling her want of him, begging his want of her with her glistening body, she dances her need around her Master. Brushing up against the pole as she would her Master, she dances seductively to him, drawing his need of her with her sweet body. Gripping the pole wildly, her small hands clawing it as her Master in the heat of her passion, she throws herself against the pole, tossing her head, consumed within her Masters grip, she whimpers, rocking her moist heat up against the pole, grinding her hips sensually, her wanton body trembling, pearls of sweat gathering to glisten in the valley of her rounded breasts Writhing against the pole, her body consumed with wild passions, her pretty face glowing with love and desire for her Master, she yields to her desires, whimpering, rocking, and twisting her fevered body around the pole that has become her Master. Tossing her silky locks wildly she cries out her sweet tormented release through moist, passionate lips, her womanly body trembling against the pole; not a pole, but her Master. Crying out "MASTER", she wraps her small legs around the pole as she slides slowly down the pole to her knees, gasping, exhausted in her passion. Her fevered body trembling, she gently rests her head against the pole as if on her Masters chest, weeping softly tears of sweet surrender. She closes her misty eyes moaning softly her pleasure. Opening her eyes slowly, she remembers where she is and lowers her eyes, a pink blush rising upon her already flushed cheeks. She gently releases the belt binding her to the pole. Slowly, pulling herself up the pole, she runs a delicate finger along it, remembering. She lays the belt over her snowy shoulders, the ends gliding across her heavy breasts. She moves quietly to kneel before the Master whose belt she was honored to use, lowering her glistening, tear-stained eyes to the ground, the soft swell of her full breasts rising hypnotically as she catches her breath. la kajira
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