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Porn as Art
Porn as Art The riding crop didn't scare her. Not in the least. She knew that her lover wouldn't actually use it on her. "Undress for me", Monica said, holding the crop and slapping it against her open palm. She smiled, and Becky knew it would be okay. She peeled off the layers of her clothing. It was cold outside, temperatures in the single digits, but inside their bedroom it was warm and cozy. Naked, Becky stood in front of Monica, held her wrists out, waited for the next step. She could feel the heat between her legs, anticipated what was to come. She yearned for release. Monica bound her wrists, attached them to a hook that descended from the ceiling. She caressed Becky's body. Fully clothed still, she wanted to bring her to the brink and hold her there. She did. Then she slid the riding crop between her legs, moved it back and forth between her labia, rubbing her clit in the process. Becky had her first orgasm of the evening. |
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