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The hot water pierced her delicate skin like a pile of needles. She had with her a slight sensation of sweet pain, which her naked body did not greet with horror, but on the contrary gave her lustful pleasure. It was now one of those moments where the dark-haired beauty had found some time for herself. The large curls, descending like a waterfall to her slender waist, were now heavy, losing their shape, mercilessly crumpled by the pouring hot water, but the woman did not worry about this fact, probably her make-up was also blurred, grotesquely distorting her otherwise beautiful face, now such thoughts did not bother her, she was a lady in society, but if she was left alone, if she devoted herself to herself, these orders remained in the background.

Her hands seemed to be re-studying the already familiar body, descending on their own necks, reaching to her breasts, awaiting every caress. Her nipples were obediently bristling, aroused by her own hands, cold and strangely foreign. Then she slid them down her belly, one hand touching the warm and sensual places, waiting and wet. Her breathing grew louder and faster with each passing second, rising to the heavens. The soft moans in the brunette's chest were stopped by the slight creak of the door. The woman opened her eyes sharply, her pupils narrowing instantly at the touch of light, struggling to focus on the face standing in the doorway.

A contented smile spread across the lady's face as the information reached her brain, beautiful and strong, flooded with a passion bordering on lordly power, and her fragile body knew the pain of the touch of those muscular arms. He, for his part, didn't say a word, didn't even respond to her smile with, and the only thing she saw now was his gaze - cutting like a sharp dagger, provoking, wanting, threatening ... The large male figure approached the thin female body, which instantly disappeared into his big hands.

His rough hands danced unnaturally softly on her delicate skin, which in turn bristled in response to these caresses. Her hands rested guiltily on his shoulders, knowing that until seconds ago they had given the hot female flesh a lust that only he had the right to deliver. The woman's large eyes stared pleadingly at his, so cold and thought-provoking pain and destruction. Her body burned, she wanted his touch, she longed for him, she begged for him silently, and her lips were petrified, they did not move, they did not dare to pray aloud for what they wanted so badly. He owned her, held her in his arms, and she obediently obeyed, but not out of fear, nor out of love, she just liked it - to be dominated ... I would be very happy to hear opinions and if there are those I will write a sequel. :)

Last Updated
July 28, 2020
Author:
lolagriffin

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