Evilangel
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The world narrowed to the intimate space between us, defined by the soft rustle of leather and the sharp, clean scent of the strap harness. Her hands, cool and deliberate, traced a path of ownership down the spine of my submission, each touch a promise of the control she wielded so effortlessly. I felt the gentle pressure as she guided the smooth, silicone tip, slick with warming gel, to my most forbidden entrance, a silent question posed agat my tense flesh. A low, approving murmur escaped her lips as my body yielded, accepting the initial, stretching fullness with a shuddering gasp that was part pleasure, part surrender. She began a slow, deliberate rhythm, a piston of pure sensation that built a deep, internal fire with every measured thrust. My own moans were swallowed by the pillows, each one a testament to the power she exercised over my pleasure, a pleasure that was entirely hers to grant or deny. The sound of her breathing, steady and calm above me, was the only metronome in the room, a constant reminder of her focused dominance. With every inward stroke, she claimed a little more of me, unraveling my composure until I was nothing but a vessel for her will. The crescendo was not a frantic race, but a slow, inevitable ascent orchestrated by her expert command, leaving me utterly spent and profoundly owned.
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