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Calculated

Calculated

As I stood over his erection, I allowed my drips to serve as a distraction for the candle wax I was to pour onto his chest. Admiring his flinch, as that was all the movement I had granted him handcuffed. Squatting over him, I prepared myself for insertion. Always loving the feel of him inside of me. Letting out a gasp, he moaned. Gently I bounced up and down. Panting as he slid in and out of me. Over and over again. Awaiting the perfect movement where he grew comfortable within the strokes to whip his thigh. Hard. His hands cherry tomatoes gripping the chair’s arms. Blindfolded, he begged for more. I laughed, “Be careful what you wish for baby.” I licked his ear lobe before lightly blowing at it. He smirked at the cool air. Running my freshly manicured nails on a path from his neck down to his nipple, I pinched and twisted forcefully. He bit his bottom lip. My free hand reaching into his nightstand. The sight of his charcoal, cocked gun moistening me to bounce faster. I slowly raised it to his head as I continued to ride him. Pulling the trigger as I climaxed.

After all, revenge is a dish best served piping hot.

You Need To Talk To Yourself

You Need To Talk To Yourself

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