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“Clasp your hand behind your head!” I pull my tie loose as you watch, carefully pulling it over my head and stepping closer to you.  I reach behind you as i nip at your soft lips.  You feel the noose tighten around your wrists as I pull down to keep you still.  I lick your neck and slightly bruise your breast with a slow deep sucking as you whimper.  I can already smell the sex dripping off you.  

“Keep your eyes on mine.”  I hold your gaze as you know I am lifting one of my crops off the table beside us.  You can feel the strands of leather brushing over your bottom as I measure my strikes.  A quick snap of my wrist gives you an involuntary flinch as bite after bite of my toy connects with your soft skin.  Your nipple puckering, aching for a warm mouth.  I keep our eyes locked as I lick and suck each of them.  “Who do you belong to?”

A few more strikes as I rise away from your breasts and breath against your lips.  “Your’s Sir.” a delicate reply.  “And what do I do with what is mine?” Swat, swat, swat.  Merely playing with you.  “Anything you want Sir.” The perfect answer.  “And my beauty, what do I want?” setting the crop down and running my heavy hand between your legs.  You try to look down.  “Eyes!” I slap your pussy.  “You want me sir?” I swat you now wet folds again.  “Is that a question or an answer.” 

“Me sir.” I smile and release my hold on the tie, pull you against me and right before I kiss you with all my passions In breath into you.  “Yes, you, I want you!”

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