Bed Slaveress

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An intimate encounter with the bliss of SM!
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I like it hard. I like it spicy
Chili sauce on my labiae
Until I am in the hellfire of the
Painful desire to ashes
You screw your tongue into my dungeon hole
A cave without bats
However, release your friend from the leather case
How animalistic it can get
If you pinch me clinging
And send me to the piercing of my nipples
But in the end I didn't dare
Our shift ended with streaks

Metal handcuffs cut into mine
Wrists and ankles
It hurts enormously - that's the way it should be
Because lust for pain will set me free
As your bed slaveress, I wear your stud collar

Chained to the torture wall
How many times have you tortured and questioned me by tickling
But also thong and whip chased over my body
Beaten my buttocks with the cane
Exceeded you with zeal
Really unrestrained
While you curb me
And alternately lets your vital cock break through both doors

The pain licks me
My milk white skin
You come to your sting with me
I am the bride of the wind
Belonging to pain, my wet pain body
You wanna hear me scream
But I can fall silent suddenly
That seems to bother you
That's why you want to cover me up.

It is captivating to be tied to the bed
And wear a mask
I open my mouth properly
So you can seal my oral verbalum
With your stiffener
While you tense all your muscles
My thirst will soon be quenched
Because you are exploring the inside of my throat
You don't even have to force me
Sing the song of praise for your effusions
I swallow my complaints in my stomach
Then I deliberately get cheeky and audacious
So that the whip can ride on me
Your fist fills me, oh man!
You are my lover and engraver
My only pain man

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