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When you ravage me while remaining fully clothed…
Stripping me without care or thought, like you’re unwrapping a hot fresh piece of meat for dinner, only ravenous hunger in your eyes. I have no choice but to keep my mouth shut and let you have your meal, devouring every inch of me, every piece of my soul.
You wipe your lips, smile at me and walk out of the room. I lie there, naked, flushed and spent, wondering how this has happened…again…
trussed well enough to be cooked at 450
stuck nicely as a pig…
dressed for a party
yet thoroughly owned as his hand guides her breathing
the still reality of that control
cuts smoothly through the drama, her ink, the french nails and make-up
and leatherthe fucking she gets must eventually make her come entirely undone
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