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your fist of lust The feel of soft leather around my wrist being pulled tight above my head. The smell of musk coming from the leather as its pulled tight and knotted. Then my legs wiggling struggling as the soft leather is placed tightly around my ankles pulling them far part. My hips spreading open. Muscles straining as my limbs are pulled firm. My chest raising up down as I breath heavily. Pulling against my leather binds. Then your warm breath in my ear your hot tongue licking my neck. You slowly moving down my neck with your wet tongue, my body shivers as your tongue licks my soft flesh. Then my body jerks as you teeth dig into my flesh biting my neck. I let out a yelp feeling the pain of your bite of my soft flesh. Your firm hands grip my breast your nails pushing into the skin. Then you twist one way then the other pulling on my breast. They feel like your going to rip them from my body. My heart is beating hard , I'm breathing faster as the pain builds. Moaning and groaning my body jerking back and forth as your hands gripping my soft flesh. I can feel the heat coming from my body from your hands. Then my body jerks upwards as you push your large hand into my pussy. You feel like your punching your fist into me as my legs are spread wide open fully exposed. Your fist moving in and out feeling harder and harder each time your push into me. Your body is moving into mine I feel my body moving each time you push your larger fist deeper. I cry out my tears running down my cheeks the pain so intense. Your fist just keeps punching into my wet pussy. My lips swollen red dripping , there so hot. My body bucking at each time your fist enters me. Then your hand pushes in and stays. Your other hand grips my breast pulling twisting. My tears flowing faster. Your fingers move in my pussy sliding on my inter walls. My body reacts and lets go. I feel the release of water flowing out gushing my muscles tighten squeezing then give. My body falls relax and gives up. Laying there in your hands wet sore and swollen. |
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the soul of a beautiful person , with a writers soul, to put what she feels into a beautiful set of matched words very rare but this one has definitely made the connection
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Mmmm! How delicious! Thank you. 
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