I smile at this, knowing that release awaits us both,
but in a fashion we have yet never experienced. xx video feather-light…soft
as silk. Then you feel a more familiar object,
nudging at the entrance that now rests above. You are mine to enjoy, mine for my pleasure. I feel your
thumb pressing heavily against the lacy barrier of my quivering mound…my
eyes close, and I try once again. You wouldn’t. I study you,
wondering what your reaction will be. And more you shall have. I see your eyes drawn to those, and I speak again. I take your hand. You have branded me in places most
invisible. You dare not. Hope? Will I be strong enough to withhold mercy long enough for you to achieve a
passion as yet only imagined in your darkest hours of dreaming?
