Was it when you grabbed me, great handfuls of tender flesh and squeezed?
Was it when you scratched me until I bled, you tore at my skin and I ached for more?
Was it when you forced me to overcome sensitivity and come for you?
Or was it when you tied my breasts?
Yes all of the above, but the moment that I keep remembering was the look in your eyes and the look in my eyes as you held me and told me to look in the mirror. Utter devotion, love and care. Lust, enjoyment, pleasure. Proud.
I love you so much xxxx
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