That burning need, the warmth in my core, building up as his tongue works it's magic on my writhing body. The heat of his breath trailing so slowly down my tiny frame. Kissing my tattoos, my scars, my insecurities and my soul.
His love, his passion gliding over my skin as he makes his mark and takes what's his. Roughly slamming himself into me and building up his pace as I cry out. The delicate sheen of sweat across my chest, my lips parted in a desperate attempt to breath during the passionate encounter.
Two bodies, two souls, intertwined in a singular moment that was fueled by never ending desire.
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The Life Of A Submissive.
RomanceWARNING: this story is for ages 18 and over this contains material of a sexual nature. But hey if you still want to read I won't stop you ? "hey my name is rose, i am a submissive, I'm 18 years of age and this is my kinky life as a submissive."
