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Click here"What now? Slutty girl... Heather, needs her rest."
"What did you think about the skillful way I manipulated the type or ring you wanted without you realizing?"
She rolled slightly, turned her head until her lips met his and kissed him good night. She rolled back over. "You, sir, are a sexual genius."
"I like 'sir'."
"You would."
His cock was again briefly at full erection, thinking of proposal, she scooched into it, nestled and warmed within her special embrace. She felt its strength dwindle as his breathing slowed and he drifted to sleep. Arms around her. One hand on her breast.
She squeezed her pillow and gave a reveled internal cheer. She thought to herself, "I am a 'keep her'." She breathed deeply. "I am HIS 'keep her'."
Warm, safe and sated she drifted off to sleep.
- COMMENTS
lc69hunteralmost 2 years agoIf he can handle it, every man needs his slut.
Of course, many men can't.
