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Those who dominate me know the challenge of playing with my body, and who knows, it will be their hands that make me tremble unforgettably.
As you play a power game looking me deep into my eyes, my legs won't allow themselves to feel the pleasure as you touch me.
I won't let this be that easy.
I will deny my will, my desire. I'll deny how you make me throb maddeningly.
And the more I deny my thought, the more I feel about surrendering into your hands.
The power play isn't so absurd anymore, as my eyes already roll in pleasure.
Because of you I surrendered to my moans.
[Broken-Heart photos "desvalentines day": @nyxknotfound]
[TAG: CIGARRETE!]