More pullings = part 3

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hair pulling part 3
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You always approach from the rear
And you are always so eager to steer
Your girl by the hair
Towards your affair
As you make yourself perfectly clear


When you take me by
the hair I lose some composure
and smiles hide inside


Take away the dress
and see if you can impress:
pull my hair to excess


It is so nice that
we both like the feel when you
tug my hair, daddy


I love how you take me to task
And pretend to be angry - the mask
You wear, as I care
To beware for my hair,
Is a pleasure in which I will bask


There's something so sensual here
As you walk round and round and I steer
My inner thought
To lessons you've taught
As you take charge and stifle my fear


Yes! You are such a
gentleman - to hold my hair
so tightly for me...


You have to love the
pulled hair setting me all of
a quiver at times


Is it fair to stroke my hair,
While I am feeding Sir's affair
Between my lips, and on my tongue:
It doesn't matter - it's all fun...


There we were researching
eco-friendly solutions again
Your hand pulled my hair - it was hurting
But I quite enjoyed feeling pain

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Mark_Loves_CoffeeMark_Loves_Coffee26 days ago

โค๏ธ๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’ž delightful ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’“๐Ÿ’ฆ

HottieOlwenHottieOlwen26 days ago

To ride a horse, a saddle is used

And a bridle, and stirrups as well

But dear Mรฉli likes to be abused

Doggy fashion, pull her hair -she won't yell.

A pony tail is fashioned from her locks

As Daddy slips in from behind

She loves the feel of his cock

As he fucks and he bumps and he grinds.

๐ŸŒŸ๐ŸŒŸ๐ŸŒŸ๐ŸŒŸ๐ŸŒŸ

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