F**k

by Impossible Girl   Apr 24, 2022


In.
Now.
Don't wait.
I need to feel you
To fu** you.
To be fu**ed.

No imagining,
Just you.
Fingers.
Thrusting.
Tongue.
Swirling
Hips bucking.
Ecstacy on the
Tip of your tongue.

Take me,
I'm yours.

Can I?
Please, Mistress?
I can be good.
Please, Mistress?
Just once.
I've been so
good for you.

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