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She loves being pinned down, she loves being submissive, she loves him to take control, not just with her body, but with her soul. He's her King; knowing that no matter what, he would be her absolute everything. Promising that no matter what, they would make it through anything. He loves being in control, he loves pushing her against the wall, pulling her hair softly, yet rough. Treating her as the Queen that she is, he would move mountains just to see her grin. At the end, it really never mattered what she wore. He could see through everything, he could see pass through skin, nerves, & bones. He could see her lovely & naked soul.
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Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 11:04 PM UTC
Amour Soumis
She loves being pinned down, she loves being submissive, she loves him to take control, not just with her body, but with her soul. He's her King; knowing that no matter what, he would be her absolute everything. Promising that no matter what, they would make it through anything. He loves being in control, he loves pushing her against the wall, pulling her hair softly, yet rough. Treating her as the Queen that she is, he would move mountains just to see her grin. At the end, it really never mattered what she wore. He could see through everything, he could see pass through skin, nerves, & bones. He could see her lovely & naked soul.
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Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 11:04 PM UTC
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