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Sir will fuck you the way your little slut pussy needs it but, He will do it his way. Slow but hard strokes. Hard enough to make you cum down your thighs but slow enough to agonize and prolong it so that he controls your orgasm. He decides when you release your cum on him. If you get to close too soon, He will fuck you slower and harder until you beg him to let you. When He decides you are ready, He may let you.
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If you have ever felt it. Fight death and Hell to keep it. The kind of love and passion they write about and spend billions of dollars to try and recreate still exist. I don’t care what circumstances you face. Fight. Never walk away from that type of love because it never dies, you just learn how to live life without it’s presence. The type of love that when you kiss, everything goes away, the world stops, nothing in that moment matters, NOTHING. Keep it. Fight for it. Die for it. Or your life will be void and your soul forever searching for them, forever. Every relationship from that point forward will be about what they aren’t and how they compare to your one love. Your true love will never leave your heart. Never. You can either live with them and fight every day to keep it, or walk away and live everyday still wondering.
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I think Lynn and I will both be accepting applications *sigh*
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There will be days I come home from work and walk in the house to where you are, grab you by the back of the hair and pull you up to me. Grabbing your face, I will say: “Naked, Now”… You will take Sir’s tongue fucking anytime he decides to issue it. You lay there and take it. This is your reward.
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True passion cannot be faked. There is something about it. That one person that steps within 5 feet of you and both of you feel it. It’s like a current of electricity that’s so tense you can touch it. There is nothing sexier than the anticipation of and the moment of letting go to the point you just “fall” into each other.
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More than anything right now, I need to taste you. The way your lips feel pressed against my face. You laying there on your stomach as I lick your cum from inside your wet pussy. My chin teasing your clit each time I go in deeper inside you. Feeling your body shake under the control of my tongue. There isn’t a sweeter taste in the world than the cum you give me.
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You Will Call Me Sir.: Our Night →
Our eyes meet from across the room. Your sitting there at your favorite place with all your friends having dinner and a few drinks. Instantly, your body flushes with a warmth of nervousness. What am I doing there? You think to yourself. You begin to obsess as your panties begin to soak. My…
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The thoughts about this moment had kept her for many nights. The endless hours of rubbing herself wishing it was him. Her eyes closed as her hands traced her body imagining it was his. She desired to know what he smelled like, how his skin would taste under her lips, how his body would twitch in response to her touch. Lost in her taboo world of lust for her Sir, she dreamed dreams that woke her up soaking wet. And the day that moment came, there was a pure, unadulterated desire to feel him. Each caress she felt in her hand seemed to last for hours. To feel the warmth of his hard long cock in the palm of her hand. To watch his body move as he became aroused. That feeling she felt of power, knowing he was under her control. The aching tingling feeling deep within her wet pussy that needed all of him as she traced each vein in his hard cock. It was her first Sir. Her first man.
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Fuck buddy needed… now accepting applications ;)
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Her body reacting to a simple pleasure zone started by the kiss and nibble of my lips that set off a fire that burns through her body as she tries to force it out of her hips. Her wetness thrusting her upwards towards me catching her panties as she moves, creating a perfect outline of her sexy soft lips underneath.
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So very true!!!
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Oh my…
