Iris The next morning, I woke up with heat still lingering between my thighs. No matter how hard I tried to push it away, the memory of last night refused to fade. DevotedDom. His deep voice. The way his thick cock had looked on screen, heavy and veined, pulsing in his hand as he stroked himself for me. I had heard his voice in short messages before, but seeing his body, hearing him call me ‘malyshka’ while commanding me to come, changed everything. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, my body already aching again. In the past, I had let myself fantasize about him sometimes, especially after his filthy texts. But I always stopped myself before it went too far. After all, voices could be deceiving. He could be anyone. Ugly, married, completely different from fantasy. I couldn’t afford to get lost in a stranger. But now I had seen him. Those carved abs, the dark trail of hair, the impressive length and thickness of his cock. That low, controlled voice with its faint Russian edge
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