I’m whimpering with need, lying naked and helpless in her lap. Her hand curls around to pump my flushed, leaking erection until I teeter on the edge of release, then retreats to tweak my hard nipples or caress my sensitive thighs until the pleasure has subsided. The sweet musk of her intense arousal is strong in the air. I’ve offered my mouth, desperately, again and again. But she refused every time. What she wanted, she said, was my suffering.
“Du bist eine Schlampe,†she growls, her voice deep and silky with that dark undertone of dominance I love so much. It startled her at first, to hear herself speak in a stranger’s voice. She’s told me that it feels like being possessed. “Aber du bist meine Schlampe.â€
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