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When I added the blindfold he didn't make a fuss. Blindfolds were common
for me - I was much more likely to blindfold him when I wanted to focus
squarely on the task at hand - in this case, violating his mouth - without
the distraction of his pleading, desperate eyes.
The blindfold served another purpose, though. And this was the most turned
on I had ever been while applying a cover to his eyes, because I knew the
reasoning behind it. Surely, deep down, Gregory must have had some clue
what I had in store for him...
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Phil's grunting was a bit of a distraction, because I really just wanted to
hear the soft moaning from my pathetic slave. I glanced over at him, my
hair disheveled, my body glistening with sweat. I know I looked absolutely
stunning to him, my body rocking with the thrusts, the curves of my frame
accenting the femininity that he found so alluring in contrast to my cruel
and commanding nature.
More men were lurking around by now, some of them casually walking into the
room to look, then walking back out. They'd give a look to Gregory and
disregard him at once, then look at me, some of them holding onto their hard
dick, waiting for their number to be called so leisurely it was as if they
were waiting in line at the bank..
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