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Her hazel eyes are like stained glass. With the shine of light they create this vibrancy of colored hues. She rolls side to side as I approach the bed. Her weight transitions onto her elbows. She’s giving me the look again. That look. The one begging to service me again.
Should I let her have what she wants? I stop just far enough from the bed she can’t quite reach me. My body weight moves to the balls of my heels. Her curly carpet crawls in between my toes. My dick pushes toward her only slightly. She licks her lips. Her eyebrows raise subtly but I always notice it.
“What do you want?” I ask her.
“You know what I want.”
“Use your words and you might receive.”
“Or, I can just take what’s mine.”
She reaches for me. I back away from her touch. Even though I want to feel it. I want to feel her lips worshipping every inch of my skin. The softness of her mouth is like rose petals. I want to force her to take my dick even further down her throat. There’s the way her throat convulses and twitches when she chokes.
I grab the furry handcuffs. The metal clinks like a sudden sentence for her to take. I want to make sure that she knows I’m in control. I will ride her face with my dick until I decide to…
