Sorry, it's fiction, but it has to be told.... continued from the last installment.
My cries went unaddressed with every button undone by your skillful hands. I could barely breathe with your teasing touch and felt compelled to dig my heels you’re your thighs. You liked it, don’t deny it. I saw you wince in the sweet kind of pain when you ripped off the last piece of clothing I had. Left there, with only those knee-high/skin-tight boots, I found myself released from your grip but imprisoned by your stare.
~Started here~
part 3
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