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sadisticgames: Bondage is not always required. A collar is not always worn. Words of dominance need not be said. Two fingers are all I need, to control My little slut’s head…
thesimplestpleasure: I don’t think I’ve ever heard the words put precisely in that order. But, um, I’m, uh, a definite fan. And no, no I’m not wriggling at all. Nah, my thigh muscles are not clenching in anticipation of the next time your fingers
cumrisk: I’ve heard some of my friends say they don’t finger their girlfriends due to the simple fact that they don’t want to give a “cock impression" and make her not want it. In other words, they’re afraid their fingers are bigger than
dutchbiboy: thearcticmuser: neairaalenko: ahtist: princessickness: karenamadof: &ILOVEYOUTOO<3 SPREAD THE DAMN WORD THAT WAS COOL My hands are too small to do this effectively. ^^^^^ Glad I’ve got pretty long fingers
Loose lips sink ships and mine are the loosest of all When it’s just me and you, i’ll cut the strings and let the right words fall Run my fingers through your hair and give you a good slap on the bum I’ll call you a little slut, choke
our-ever-thine: ……..you tell me to ASK permission to cum but sometimes I can’t form the words……..your hands are doing things to my body causing my mind to go blank……your hands, I crave your big hands and thick fingers, grazing my skin, pinching
hazeleyes2012: she-wears-bluevelvet: ” That’s the thing about words, when you’re naked, when my hands are moving on you, when my fingers are inside of you, you can turn, you can pull away, you can hold back or let go… but when my mouth comes
espikvlt: espikvlt:Your Queen: EspiFor the next 21 minutes, you are Queen Espi’s slave, and you will do everything I tell you. I start by teasing you with my words, and then move to finger-fucking myself to make you wish YOU were the one fucking me.
slowly-turnaway: I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately…and every time I do…my fingers always seem to wander to my lips, as if they are missing something. They are.
femme-fatigue: Well, I try to write you poems, but the words they don’t make sense. My hand tries to grip the pencil, but the fingers are too tense.
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