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Mar 2020
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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