I still feel the sting of every string
on all my parts
my ankles still bare marks
I smile as my *** stings
A fond memory of so many things
whipped with pearls
til I whimpered
wanting you to take me just a little further
Ridges rolling on pinched nips
With a slow soft touch upon my lips
Undulated hip
That wicked giggle you love so much
just around the next touch
I go silent a moment then I sigh
before you know it I am up for air
I look up and give you that stare
You know it is not over
Before this is done
You will whip my *** again
til the pearls come undone
; )
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 10:51 AM UTC
I still feel the sting of every string
on all my parts
my ankles still bare marks
I smile as my *** stings
A fond memory of so many things
whipped with pearls
til I whimpered
wanting you to take me just a little further
Ridges rolling on pinched nips
With a slow soft touch upon my lips
Undulated hip
That wicked giggle you love so much
just around the next touch
I go silent a moment then I sigh
before you know it I am up for air
I look up and give you that stare
You know it is not over
Before this is done
You will whip my *** again
til the pearls come undone
; )
PPff editing I am not even out of bed yet
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