CONTENT WARNING: Sexually explicit content. BDSM and bondage, may be unsuitable to some readers. 18+ only.
He leans, resting his forehead into mine. He is unable to slap me; force abandons his hand until he’s cradling my face in one palm. His calculating look softens into feeling and his words grow simple– “You’re a good girl,” and “I’m lucky.” I drop under. In the third hotel I hit a threshold dose. It isn’t sex that does it, not exactly, but once I cum for him, hog-tied with his cock soft in my mouth he lifts my chin, he takes my gaze, he asks me what just happened. He tells me, in an instant, I have changed.
Thank you to Wayne Crest for the photo and the inspiration. ❤️
5 replies on “What Good Luck”
This is amazing!
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Thank you so much! I really appreciate you for letting me know you enjoyed it 🥰
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love this…
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I was hoping you might 😇
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The threshold dose might what bothers me here.
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