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I’m going for the tush trifecta today. Another quick exercise-level flash, originally from Twitter’s #fucktoyfriday, though in fact it’s decidedly anti-toy. –M
Not a Tool User
When presented with a lovely ass like yours, so sweet and soft and round, raised just so with the shiver of anticipation, I know those who swear by belts, or canes, or crops, or nine-tails. I can’t abide any of them. I need skin on skin. I need to feel the reciprocal sting on my palm and fingers, of each blow I give you. I measure my own force by the sensations of impact as much as by your yelps and jerks, whether you kick your feet, or struggle to keep your wrists crossed over your head as I’ve told you to. I measure the how far I’ve pushed by the tingle in my fingers as much as the deepening red bloom on your ass cheeks and thighs; as much as the sobs that begin when you fear I’ll never, ever stop. It’s only when I know that more blows will damage my hands, keep them from tight grip as I fuck your dripping cunt do I stop. Your hips are soothing cool as I take hold and plunge into you. Slap and scrape my body against your red, used ass until my final, shuddering stab.