Hmm72
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Time to start to edge.I love Sundays - no need to rush out of bed.
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No need at all. You take your time and let us know how it's goingI love Sundays - no need to rush out of bed.
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All doubt is removed now.I love Sundays - no need to rush out of bed.
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So true. Enjoy!I love Sundays - no need to rush out of bed.
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A very important way to start your dayI love Sundays - no need to rush out of bed.
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very sexyI love Sundays - no need to rush out of bed.
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This image has been torturing me all morning. What a fantastic photo. Leads so much to the imagination of what happened afterwardsβ¦I love Sundays - no need to rush out of bed.
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Or perhaps your teacher or boss?I'm rubbing my clit and fantasizing that's it's actually some male authority figure fondling my pussy. Maybe a cop or a gyno. Or, my therapist.
"There you go, that's a good girl."
I hear a camera clicking.
Mmm, yes. I think a teacher would praise my pussy for being obedient. He'd teach me a lesson in how a man properly cares for a pussy. He'd bend me over his lap, pull off my panties, and tell me to spread my legs, calling me a good girl when I obeyed. He'd use his fingers to spread my labia so he could see all of me. He'd rub the tip of a thick finger up and down my slit, feeling how slick he makes me. Then, he'd rub my clit. I'd squirm, so he'd wrap his fingers around my hair and gently, but firmly, hold me in place. He'd move two fingers to my entrance and sink them inside, smiling as I tense, arch my back, and moan. His fingers stretch my hole. "Good girl. Hold still. Don't squirm. Feel my fingers inside your pussy. This is what your pussy needs."Or perhaps your teacher or boss?
you are a good girl!!! Your words are stiring up my, well, yaknowMmm, yes. I think a teacher would praise my pussy for being obedient. He'd teach me a lesson in how a man properly cares for a pussy. He'd bend me over his lap, pull off my panties, and tell me to spread my legs, calling me a good girl when I obeyed. He'd use his fingers to spread my labia so he could see all of me. He'd rub the tip of a thick finger up and down my slit, feeling how slick he makes me. Then, he'd rub my clit. I'd squirm, so he'd wrap his fingers around my hair and gently, but firmly, hold me in place. He'd move two fingers to my entrance and sink them inside, smiling as I tense, arch my back, and moan. His fingers stretch my hole. "Good girl. Hold still. Don't squirm. Feel my fingers inside your pussy. This is what your pussy needs."
I think a boss would bend me over his desk and pull down my panties. He'd point out how wet I am, then insert a thick marker into my pussy and laugh when I arch my back and moan like I'm in heat. His laughter would make my eyes burn, but the sound would also make my pussy drip for him. He'd slowly push the marker in and out of my wet cunt, taking pictures. "That's it, be a good girl. You like it when something fucks your pussy, don't you?"
"Good girl"?Mmm, yes. I think a teacher would praise my pussy for being obedient. He'd teach me a lesson in how a man properly cares for a pussy. He'd bend me over his lap, pull off my panties, and tell me to spread my legs, calling me a good girl when I obeyed. He'd use his fingers to spread my labia so he could see all of me. He'd rub the tip of a thick finger up and down my slit, feeling how slick he makes me. Then, he'd rub my clit. I'd squirm, so he'd wrap his fingers around my hair and gently, but firmly, hold me in place. He'd move two fingers to my entrance and sink them inside, smiling as I tense, arch my back, and moan. His fingers stretch my hole. "Good girl. Hold still. Don't squirm. Feel my fingers inside your pussy. This is what your pussy needs."
I think a boss would bend me over his desk and pull down my panties. He'd point out how wet I am, then insert a thick marker into my pussy and laugh when I arch my back and moan like I'm in heat. His laughter would make my eyes burn, but the sound would also make my pussy drip for him. He'd slowly push the marker in and out of my wet cunt, taking pictures. "That's it, be a good girl. You like it when something fucks your pussy, don't you?"
It's true! I'm rubbing my clit. I couldn't help it. But there's nothing inside. I like to reserve my hole for naughty doms."Good girl"?
No, I don't think so.
Are you touching your clit right now? What's that in your dripping pussy?
Naughty, naughty girl.