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HIS BODYS PROPERTY I awaken, naked, vulnerable, part of me, still wrapped up in, these silky sheets, from a dreamless sleep, to the sounds, of creeking, with each step, of his bare feet, across the hardwood floor, that alerts me, to his presence, finally being home, as his musky colonge, his powerful scent, wafts into my nostrils, breathing him in, as I hear, the sound of his belt and the zipper on his jeans, being unhooked, and the light breeze, from him removing his shirt, as the bed, suddenly bows, under his weight, being that he is with me, beside me, joining me, feeling now, his warm skin, touching my own, as in a low, deep bass voice, he greets me, as I answer, in kind, to then, I am held tightly, in his strong arms, while I taste, his lips and turning me, on my back, as my legs, naturally spread, wrapping around his waist, as his chest, makes contact, against my breasts, with him now, resting on me, as I reach down, to feel his hardness, stroking it, just silghtly, shivering, to sense, his mouth, encircling a nipple, suckling on it, tasting my milk, from my udders, teasing too, with his tongue, as I am wet, dripping, lubricated, being I am needing, wanting, desiring, all of him in me, being that I am, Owned, Collared, being Property and also Loved, as my body, is now his body, heart, mind and soul.
So now, I surrender wider, as I am now taken, to feel his hardness enter me, as he slides in, easily, opening me up, as his mushroom head enters, gasping in pleasure, at his size, with my hips rocking, meeting his thrusts, engaging in, this sexual dance, for hours, with the tempo increasing, the changing, of our breathing and as our climax occurs, knowing, yearning and having his essence, filled into my, unprotected womb.
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