Salute {h.s}
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Ongoing21m
Last published Sun, Mar 28, 2021
"I guess I just have a really good taste in music and a really deep obsession with Taylor Swift." He chuckles as he looks down at me. The corners of my mouth lift and I kiss his jaw, crawling in top of him, my legs on either sides of his torso.
"Ah, not so early...I wouldn't want to tire you out, Cadette. We don't want you completely sore for training." He sighs. I smile and flip my hair over my shoulder, slowly leading my lips down to his neck, trailing kisses down his torso, past his v-line, until I reach the rim of his boxers.
"I'm more worried about you, sir." I wink at him. He laughs breathlessly, tilting his chin up and closing his eyes, gulping.
"You're such a tease," He smirks.
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