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There is so much control here...
This image is so arousing.
The way he is standing above her.
The cuffs attached to a point that seems above both of their heads.
The chain used to secure her...there is nothing soft about this.
Her clothing indicates a level of professionalism... Pinstripe suit jacket; thigh high stockings. While the tats and bare pussy prove her wantonness.
He owns her submission... the collar she wears screams this fact. As does her willingly splayed knees.
No doubt she was dripping wet from the moment he applied his cuffs.
She aches for his touch.
I can hear him growling "mine" as her grasps her breast...

oh fuck...
 
:heart: these are both calling to me right now.


http://i1308.photobucket.com/albums/s602/cascadiabnd/tumblr_o0ol5vCQQS1tj39ito1_1280_zpshrheefxx.jpg
There is so much control here...
This image is so arousing.
The way he is standing above her.
The cuffs attached to a point that seems above both of their heads.
The chain used to secure her...there is nothing soft about this.
Her clothing indicates a level of professionalism... Pinstripe suit jacket; thigh high stockings. While the tats and bare pussy prove her wantonness.
He owns her submission... the collar she wears screams this fact. As does her willingly splayed knees.
No doubt she was dripping wet from the moment he applied his cuffs.
She aches for his touch.
I can hear him growling "mine" as her grasps her breast...

oh fuck...
 
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I wore the dress you bought for me.
You insisted on me going without a bra tonight.
My nipples showing... I was sure of it...
and my firm breasts jiggling slightly with every move

You love that other men watch me...
It gives you such a thrill that I am yours
and every man wishes they could have me

You whisper in my ear
calling attention to the man across the room
who has stared at me all night
instead of attending to his wife.

Sitting just outside the cloak room
you cannot wait a moment longer.
and you push away the fabric
revealing my breast to your eyes
and for your hungry mouth.

I know better than to object.
My admirer catches a glimpse of you groping me...
and catches his breath.
 
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