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Guide me until I discover the way you like it best.
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I don’t pound him right away.
I make him feel it.
Inch by inch, slow and steady, until he’s gripping the sheets and whispering my name like a prayer.I want him to lose track of everything except the sound of my voice and the rhythm of my hips.
Because the strap isn't punishment. It's worship.
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