Obsessed with Submission
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"Crawl," Samantha's legs are spread wide, "Crawl to me." Her voice is sweet and low. The domme has her hands pressed on her muscular thighs as she waits for the submissive to make her move.
Ophelia knows that Samantha will punish her if she doesn't move. She's kind of hoping that's what this night will turn into. With her ass red and sore from Samantha's hand. She slowly falls to the floor and crawls forward on her hands and knees. Ophelia feels her belly coil into nervous knots as she nears the domme.
At the older woman's feet, she stops and looks up. "Good girl," Samantha says, nodding to herself. Ophelia sits up, spreading her knees apart. With her arms folded behind her back, she awaits further instruction. "Ophelia, my sweet girl, tonight..." a warm hand caresses her cheek. "You're going to sit on my face." The hand circles around her neck to bring her up so that her mouth is just over Samantha's. "And then I'm going to fuck you til you beg me for mercy."
ON HIATUS {2024}
Woman x Woman
Light D/s scenes.
Mature themes ahead.
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