When I mount him
My breasts smudging his face
When he's least in the mood
As I clasp his hardness
With my lips between my legs
And grind my hips on his brawny surface
His breath in gasps
As I choke him further with my breasts
Pinning his hands over his head
Is my kind of sex
For I love to conquer!
©LR
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