I've already let my arms drop. In despair the movement reminded me of the chain on my left wrist. It's useless trying to resist you; you're like a machine, or - with your guttural, pleasured noises loud in my ears - a wild beast.
Quick, shallow breaths raise and lower my chest as you cup both my breasts in your hot hands. Smooth skin, delicate nipples colored rich brown; and there's always the chance you're the first guy to ever hold and grasp them this way. And they're all yours now along with the rest of the package.
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