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I nodded. “Please…” hard. A year ago, I would have eschewed Certification: The records, if
“Are you ever going to come to the door doggy-style sex—but now I couldn’t get any, relating to any content
again dressed in almost nothing?” enough. His thick manhood stuffed me like in this periodical required to
I smiled, “You better fucking believe I will.” no other man had before. Knowing that be maintained by 18 U.S.C.
John smirked. “I guess you haven’t I was, in that moment, so vulnerable and § 2257 and 28 C.F.R. §
learned your lesson then, Claire.” so willingly submitting to him made the
“I like being your bad girl.” I licked my experience even hotter for me. 75.1— § 75.8 are main-
upper lip. John gently tugged on my hair. “You tained by the Custodian of
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but only released one of my arms. You’re my fucking come-slave now, Claire.” CA 91311.
I must’ve looked as confused as I felt. He spanked my ass cheeks after each
John laughed and announced: “Did you outward stroke. As he spanked me and
really think I was going to untie you all fucked me, I shuddered with pleasure. “I’m Once he was spent, John untied me
the way?” gonna train you to come on demand. You’ll and helped me clean up. We soaked
“You’d better not,” I quipped. see.” He jammed his thumb in my asshole together in my Jacuzzi tub, just cuddling
We laughed as we broke character for a and began pounding my pussy harder. and relaxing.
bit. Thanks to John’s “adjustments,” he was “Oh fuck!” I cried out. “Did your first rope session live up to
able to repositioned me so I was standing That extra penetration almost your expectations?” he asked.
up and facing the bed, with one of my immediately put me over the edge. But “It most certainly did. And so did you.”
wrist’s movements still hampered. I managed to hold on, and we shared a That night happened two years ago,
It almost felt like I was trapped in a long, passionate night together. believe it or not. To say I’ve “changed” since
naughty spider web. Before I knew it, John By the end of our playdate, I was on my then is misleading—but you could say that
had me bent over the bed while he ate me back in bed. My feet were untied and my getting tied up by the right man has let me
out from behind, teasing me even more legs were draped over his shoulders—but out of my cage for good. And even though
before he would finally fuck me. my hands were bound over my head. I John is the most careful and considerate
“I’ve wanted to taste your pussy for a was absolutely and delightfully helpless as partner, I do sometimes get the occasional
while now. Humor me, Claire,” he mumbled John jackhammered my pussy and rubbed rope burn. But it’s no big deal.
into my wet snatch. my clit until I reached another screaming When Angela asked yesterday about
I groaned into the sheets, feeling his climax. the red mark around my wrist, instead
tongue probing me deeply. He pulled out of me and straddled my of demurring, I smiled and said, “Just
When he’d gotten his fill of my flavor, he chest. remnants of a recent anniversary present.
stood and slapped my ass. “Open wide, baby,” he ordered. I Did you know? Cotton is the traditional gift
“I think you’re ready for my cock.” finished him off with my mouth and gladly for two years.”
I reared back into his embrace as he let him decorate my face and tits with his In our case, it was several braided feet
nuzzled my neck and pinched my nipples. sticky load when he came. of cotton.

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