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Privates Dancer

by @dieingembers

High heeled inabitions stamped their want upon my back... as she walked all over me, her toes stubbing out my balls like a discarded cigerette... causing searing pain giving sincere pleasure. Eyes bound could not see her gagged mouth could not taste her but I could feel her tap dancing new tattoos upon my calloused hands... each graceful step another movement in her ballet of belittlement. How I had begged to play the lead.
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