Fiction : the femdom place
- Okay, I'm done, says my hangwoman.
As I squeeze my legs and roll onto my side, holding my burning organs in my hands, I notice a girl pulling herself up out of the water. Her beauty and grace almost diminish the pain, as my attention is focused on the color of her skin which reminds me of the heat, the sun and the scorching tropical nights that we share in the same bed, the lips mingling with long black hair stuck to the breasts with sweat.
I find myself feeling the beginning of an erection.
...
Gently, Marie kneels in front of me and opens my legs, pushing my hands away and stroking my thighs, very close to my penis. I even felt a light touch on my testicles.
- We are not done ...
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