meek

“yes, everything my dear. i want to see everything.”

she does as she is told, and peels off her clothes.
she is ashamed of her body, but shouldn’t be.
she thinks she is fat, but the only thing that is fat
is my rising cock, swaying, as i walk towards her.
her meek little voice emits a gasp, like a mouse, as my fingers twist her nipples.

“i like tan lines on a small breast. now, turn around, bend over, and hold on tight.”

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