Tag: Masturbation Monday

Sometimes it’s all about me. What I want, what I need, what I can take. But sometimes it’s all about him. It’s all about his pleasure. It’s all about what I need to do to make him happy. What can I give, to make him smile or moan or scream out in pleasure. It is a delight to touch him, hands so often restrained by chain, rope or his words are allowed free rein to revel in every inch of his gorgeous flesh. My lips, so often stretched around a gag or elongated in ecstatic pain get to flutter over
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