“I should push him away, but I can’t. He lets go of my wrists, using his now free hand to brush my hair away from my neck. His mouth is there, pressing kisses and then his tongue flicks out, tasting me and I can’t help the whimper that escapes my lips. ‘That’s my good fucking girl,’ he says, voice low and rough, like it’s a secret he’s sharing with me alone.”
Yesssir 🥵
— Oct 29, 2025 09:32PM
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