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Yes sir, master sir As she lays on the fur, her mind a blur but her voice a purr She looks upon him, sweet and innocent remaining vigilant She’s a willing participant in this game he plays She will obey, stay and sashay as this too is her foray She anticipates his touch I am yours she sighs as the heat intensives between her thighs
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Mar 24, 2020
Mar 24, 2020 at 2:09 PM UTC
Master
Yes sir, master sir As she lays on the fur, her mind a blur but her voice a purr She looks upon him, sweet and innocent remaining vigilant She’s a willing participant in this game he plays She will obey, stay and sashay as this too is her foray She anticipates his touch I am yours she sighs as the heat intensives between her thighs
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Mar 24, 2020
Mar 24, 2020 at 2:09 PM UTC
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