The tape won’t come off gently, and you
A warm, wet hole with a handle is all you
When I told you I’d let you have a pet
It doesn’t matter where we are, my playful
She falls into position with practiced ease,
“Last First Kiss”- C. Quinn
“My Heart Still Holds”-C. Quinn
Treat her so well she begins to look down
Those wide, innocent eyes.All you desire
It always brings a smile to my face to watch
I very much want to re-create this photo,
Make my hands your home.
That vacant-yet-ready-for-use expression…
Let the world do what it will and stay right
Completely consumed by his power she surrenders
Face pressed to the floor, ass reddening
What tonight has in store for you won’t
I claim things with my hands, and my words.
The crook of one finger is all the pressure
Never be content. You can always provide
Did I change your reality the way you changed
“Yes Sir, please” is always an acceptable
Your canvas, Sir…
The promise behind her eyes ignited a fire
Bring you closer in service to me…
Deliciously wicked thoughts can make for
You’ve earned that proud smile, pet.
She was grace and joy and all the fluid forms
Your faces when you have to answer the door
Some days I feel like this. So much raw,
Why would anyone want to recover from this?
Far more than the words, the rules, or the
“Stop what I’m doing? No chance. But
I trained you to be able to take this so
She hoped it was the last time. Begged, even.
“When I cum, you can breathe again.”
These kind of tattoos are incredibly hot.
This is an amazing position. She’s not
You’re lucky your struggles are amusing
There isn’t any part of you that isn’t
On your hands and knees, bracing for me.
When the answer is the same for both, you
This is mine, little one. Buck your hips
Her arms bound, forced forwards beyond a
The shade is real. I’ve always thought
A hard night’s use is always capped
Reach back and spread while you ride me.
The things we do are the epitome of wanton