“The one with the suit has the power and makes the rules.” Since I have a ca
“The one with the suit has the power and makes the rules.” Since I have a captive audience And your eyes have yet to leave my body They trace every curve of my skin And I can feel the heat of your gaze on every pore Perhaps it is time to change the focus of this little lesson. Allow me to drop this crisp white shirt on the floor I want to see if your resolve is still strong if I am closer I want to see your resolve as I lick down your shaft Leaving shiny trails along each vein And turning you harder still. I want to see how strong your resolve is as I straddle your legs And allow you to feel my wet heat Sliding easily across your granite cock. I want to see if your resolve weakens as I rub my clit against your cock head And moan in your ear As I drip down slowly across your thighs. I want to see what happens to your resolve when I slide down your cock Centimeter By Centimeter My velvet walls gripping you tightly as I take you to the hilt And rock lightly against your body. My moans turning to one long low growl As I clench around you. Your resolve is weakening I can tell. Your fingertips dig into my yielding skin. Your breath threatens to catch in your throat. Your hips buck against my body. But, our experiment is not over yet. No, not at all. Let me stand and move away from your body. Your cock still hard and demanding gleaming in the sunlight. Your head fallen forward. Your moan rising then lowering to a growl. It seems that my resolve is strong and yours is broken. La petite mort you so crave I hold in my control now. That suit holds no power. I do. Now… Let’s see how much power can be found in this crop. ~ ©2010 Salacious Musings ~ -- source link
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