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Mistress How Can I Fuck You?
Tell me all the ways I can please you
We tumble into my apartment in a heap of body mass. I grab a hold of his lengthening curls and it’s enough to pull his head back. My mouth consumes his throat and my clit hums with desire.
I pull away from him with a wicked smile on my lips. I saunter away from him and place a hand up. The question on his face says everything. What are you planning?
“I’m calling in the favor I’ve won. Serve me.”
“So, Mistress, how can I serve you?”
He stands before me with that twinkle in his eye. He has on a royal blue button down long sleeve that looks gorgeous on his body. His broad chest pushes out with shoulders that feel amazing being pressed down into the bed when I fuck him.
The look that gets my dominant side to wiggle in excitement. To submit to him is a near impossible task at times, but I enjoy it in the end. At this moment all I want is him underneath me, bare and bound for my consumption.
“What would you like of me, Mistress?”
He puts on an emphasis on the word Mistress. It’s that teasing tone of his that makes me bite my lip. I wear my dress still from the show we went to. The twisting and twirling bodies of the ballerinas replays in my head. Their…
