… and then after kissing and light play she asked me to bite her thighs, “I want bruise
… and then after kissing and light play she asked me to bite her thighs, “I want bruises, baby.”I laid my teeth into her soft, warm flesh and bit down. She didn’t even squeak. I struggled as I bit harder and harder on her perfect, fragrant thighs. It immediately felt like a game of chicken….. soon I was terrified I’d draw blood. She was in control. She did not tell me to stop. I started to doubt that she would. I finally relented before she did. She moaned and cooed and told me I was a good girl. I blushed. I wanted to do better. Encouraged and emboldened, I sheepishly tried the other side for good measure. Again, she held out longer than I could. Her strength scared me. I felt genuine awe. I was enamored.-Excerpt from my most recent TinyLetter. Don’t forget to subscribe: tinyletter.com/kinkycasey -- source link
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