The tape won’t come off gently, and you

A warm, wet hole with a handle is all you

When I told you I’d let you have a pet

It doesn’t matter where we are, my playful

She falls into position with practiced ease,

“Last First Kiss”- C. Quinn

“My Heart Still Holds”-C. Quinn

Treat her so well she begins to look down

Those wide, innocent eyes.All you desire

It always brings a smile to my face to watch

I very much want to re-create this photo,

Make my hands your home.

That vacant-yet-ready-for-use expression…

Let the world do what it will and stay right

Completely consumed by his power she surrenders

Face pressed to the floor, ass reddening

What tonight has in store for you won’t

I claim things with my hands, and my words.

The crook of one finger is all the pressure

Never be content. You can always provide

Did I change your reality the way you changed

“Yes Sir, please” is always an acceptable

Your canvas, Sir…

The promise behind her eyes ignited a fire

Bring you closer in service to me…

Deliciously wicked thoughts can make for

You’ve earned that proud smile, pet.

She was grace and joy and all the fluid forms

Your faces when you have to answer the door

Some days I feel like this. So much raw,

Why would anyone want to recover from this?

Far more than the words, the rules, or the

“Stop what I’m doing? No chance. But

I trained you to be able to take this so

She hoped it was the last time. Begged, even.

“When I cum, you can breathe again.”

These kind of tattoos are incredibly hot.

This is an amazing position. She’s not

You’re lucky your struggles are amusing

There isn’t any part of you that isn’t

On your hands and knees, bracing for me.

When the answer is the same for both, you

This is mine, little one. Buck your hips

Her arms bound, forced forwards beyond a

The shade is real. I’ve always thought

A hard night’s use is always capped

Reach back and spread while you ride me.

The things we do are the epitome of wanton

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