cgraven
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“The lash it shall be Missy Dee!”
Her choice made Phoo Ming bends , his lips brush hers in a soft kiss that lingers, depends before his lips part from hers. She is the most pleasing of beauties to him. She comes offering all that she is despite the fear that both repels and entices her. She comes in sweet offering.
When he returns the supple leather of the lash is draped around Dee’s neck. The small prep table with its delicious morsel is dragged to the center of the kitchen. He throws a hidden switch, the tray upon which Dee kneels slowly begins to turn. Phoo Ming takes up the lash which is sensually drawn by Dee’s turning pillory. A flick of the wrist the crack of thunder, the seductive firry kiss of the lash as it curls around her supple young body, its tongue licking at Dee’s breasts and clamped nipples, then sensually drawn from her by the turning pillory.
Her choice made Phoo Ming bends , his lips brush hers in a soft kiss that lingers, depends before his lips part from hers. She is the most pleasing of beauties to him. She comes offering all that she is despite the fear that both repels and entices her. She comes in sweet offering.
When he returns the supple leather of the lash is draped around Dee’s neck. The small prep table with its delicious morsel is dragged to the center of the kitchen. He throws a hidden switch, the tray upon which Dee kneels slowly begins to turn. Phoo Ming takes up the lash which is sensually drawn by Dee’s turning pillory. A flick of the wrist the crack of thunder, the seductive firry kiss of the lash as it curls around her supple young body, its tongue licking at Dee’s breasts and clamped nipples, then sensually drawn from her by the turning pillory.