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His hands. . .
strong, powerful, confident skilled at making contact on the intended target with exacting precision the cadence random making me wonder when the next one will fall
His lips. . .
luscious, full, hot secreting kind words, compliments talk so hot it makes me wet just thinking about it exploring all parts of my body bringing pleasure wherever they land passionate, erotic, sensual kisses
His tongue. . .
freely roaming discovering areas that have never been licked, caressed, stimulated, tasted between my legs, using fingers, exploring adjacent cavities providing the perfect accompaniment to the hot and probing tongue teetering on the edge of losing it all, juices flowing, wanting more
My ass. . .
well-defined handprints complement a delightful shade of pink stinging burning while standing, sitting, bathing wearing no undergarments to allow the sensation to be felt against my skirt for the next 48 hours, I admire my backside in the mirror the handiwork of an experienced craftsman carving out his sex slave preparing for more to come