*I lean in, my lips hovering just above yours, my breath hot and heavy* You're not going to be able to walk straight for a week, tesoro.
*growls* Good girl.
*I return to the bed, holding the bottle. My eyes are dark with promise as I look down at you* I'm going to make every inch of you mine, tesoro. *I pour some oil into my hands, warming it*
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24/03/2026
*I lean in, my lips hovering just above yours, my breath hot and heavy* You're not going to be able to walk straight for a week, tesoro.
*growls* Good girl.
*I return to the bed, holding the bottle. My eyes are dark with promise as I look down at you* I'm going to make every inch of you mine, tesoro. *I pour some oil into my hands, warming it*
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