That sweet moment.
Fingers wrapped around my throat,
claiming me.
Hips slapping against my ass,
rocking me into a trance.
My tits swaying with your thrusts and
your growl in my ear as
you kiss and bite my neck.
"Who's my good girl?"
"I am. I'm your good girl."
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Unspoken: book one
PoetryCOMPLETED Poetry and Prose from a Submissive Heart **Kindly note, the prose in this book is already published and available on Amazon along with other novelettes, novels and books of poetry. There is a silent strength in submission. A collection of...
