The morning after
Author: Greg's little one
Filed in: submission, memories, awake, morningAwakining
arms around me
warmth,comfort
Contentment.
arms around me
warmth,comfort
Contentment.
Scents lingering
Inhaling deeply
lips turning slowly upward
Safety
Inhaling deeply
lips turning slowly upward
Safety
Fingers searching
His hand tight in my hair
My lips forced up to his
Control
His hand tight in my hair
My lips forced up to his
Control
Weak now
His hand on my throat
His tongue finding mine
Tightness
His hand on my throat
His tongue finding mine
Tightness
Nipples hard, chills.
"Who do you belong to little girl?"
His breath
Whispering
Pressure
Gasping
"You, only You."
Submission....
Gasping
"You, only You."
Submission....
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