My slender waist and thighs are exhausted and weak from a night of cloud dancing. ~Huang O, translated
You came home from work and sat in Your favorite chair. I knew from the look on Your face it was one of those days.
I didn’t say a word. I lowered myself to my knees and crawled across the floor on all fours.
I came to Your side and nudged Your thigh; resting my head on Your leg.
W/we sat in perfect silence. Finally, Your hand began to stroke my hair.
Fingers twirled each strand, gently tugging harder and harder.
My hand moved up Your leg. The moment I felt Your bulge, You grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back to look into my eyes.
The desire was cast in Your eyes. Your teeth gritted as You leaned down and told me it was time.
I didn’t need any other orders. I know what my Master needs. You need me….
With me still in Your hold, I turn my body around and free Your hungry cock
In one swift motion, I shimmy up on Your lap, my panties pulled to the side, and Your manhood is sliding inside YOUR dripping cunt
You release Your hold on me, lean back in Your chair and proceed to tell me about Your day as I ride my Master and He explodes inside of me….
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