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You finally invited me to your home. We line in the sofa looking at each other with not so subdued excitement. I know you are waiting for me to kiss you, so I give you the warmest smile, tend my right hand to your head, and grab your hair hard, pulling your entire body down towards me. I get up without releasing your hair. Get on fours, I say. You appear disconcerted, but my grip is too forceful and painful to allow you anything else but to set yourself in the position that I am already leading you to. I should keep making good use of the surprise element. I now seize your hair with my left hand while my right is already pulling up your skirt to your waist. You are not wearing panties, little whore, you hold me off for weeks until now, the day that you lastly decide we are ready to fuck. But guess what, we are going to much more than fuck today. The time has come for the atonement of your best sins. I grab your entire pussy with my hand. It is still dry but I don't care, I squeeze it harshly making you shiver, it is now mine.

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But now this is going to hurt, a lot, so I need you to stay very quiet or it will get worse and last longer. Do you understand? You frown but I already started grabbing your pussy button with two fingers and pinching it hard. You scream. Quiet. I pinch, pull and twist. Your screaming gets into a sustained wail. Quiet. I pull and release repeatedly. That's it, good girl. Now I can keep pinching and pulling and you will just squirm without more protest. I hold up your head, my left hand still holding your tormented hair, and I see that there are even some tears washing the fighting out of your face. Then I stroke your ümraniye escort bayan thighs with my hand, entertain it fondly over your reddish ass checks, and introduce it below your white linen shirt caressing your back and under your bra to the side of your breast. I grasp a tit and I can sense that you hold your breath expecting the worse, but I just then kneel beside you and bring your mouth towards mine. Now is that I give you the awaited embracing kiss, with my tongue gleefully meeting yours inside your mouth.

I get up, drop my pants and underwear, and get on the couch behind you; I separate your legs standing on my knees between them. I grip your ass and pinch some of the reddish streaks that my spanking drew there. Just to check on you. Indeed you just emit a moaning sound and stay put. That is my obedient girl, my lovely toy, I say. My keen hard-on is rubbing on your opening, pressing on and off on your clit. After all that pain it looks that you have gotten really wet, my whore, and I can appetizingly feel it on my cock. I pat the back of your head and then take a tight hold of your hair again. It will be worse, It will be much worse; I warn you. You deeply expire. It sounds like a surrendering expire, resigned to all. Then I ask you the same question, the one that you already answered me with a "no" during dinner. It is the last question I would make you. Will you surrender me complete control?