A Vulnerable Woman’s Struggle For Survival

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I had some chocolates left from the bag and reached for them, as I groaned and he panted and yelped in domination and satisfaction, growling at his concubine conquest, and I started feeding the chocolates shakily up to him, as he ground away at me, and I was trying to mush them into his face between his growling teeth, trying to get his love like I had Tento’s so delicately. Tut was a more stoic man; he knew his place, and around him I knew his. His thick red collar never even seemed to move when I pulled, that’s how weak I felt. Then my eyes drifted too, and I blacked out. His thick red collar never even seemed to move when I pulled, that’s how weak I felt. Oh god… he dove his nose slowly, almost deliberately, under the bedsheet covering my lower half. I wanted to suck his cock. He was so tall; up to just beneath my breasts when he stood really proud. I’m 34, and live alone in a small Tokyo apartment. We ate berries and I gave him little doggie chocolate treats the size of his tiny mouth that he gobbled up, and would then yip up and bounce around the room.

A Vulnerable Woman’s Struggle For Survival

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