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Chapter Thirty Four | Yes, You Can Cum
♬ Blythe °
It was a shame I didn’t bring any ropes or my strap along on this business trip.
Of course I probably would have laughed at the mere idea of meeting anyone in Naples, even for a series of temporarily good times. Yet here she is, little Sawyer (who at 5′9 isn’t ‘little’ to many, but is in comparison to me) with her gorgeous porcelain ass in the air, awaiting my cruel attention.
I'll have to remedy my actions before packing for my next flight back to Naples next month.
Even without restraints, I remained in control of her trembling body. Sawyer playfully attempted to put up a fight while I was trying to access the sensitivity of her ultra soft skin so...she had to be punished, naturally.
Fern used to cower at just the displeasure in my voice, and other submissive women who have served me before her quickly learned their places. Miss Driscoll....she’s different. This exciting bundle of raw nerves is squ
OohlasophieI'm curious; Are you team Kate, Blythe, or Sawyer winding up single? I'd love your thoughts.
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