“We stigmatize the submissive mentality altogether - women who want to please. We stigmatize the idea of service, of serving selflessly, of being in...less than someone else.” He shook his head as though the idea was preposterous. Elena was sure he had come with this little speech prepared, but she didn’t care. She was mesmerized. She always was when he spoke.“And so people like you, Elena, sluts and bimbos who deeply sense their bodies are for service, feel this dark pang of angst. It feels. Obediently, Lauren picked up the floral end of the slick glass dildo, and she slid it back inside her vacant snatch. Wincing, she felt the return of pressure from the double penetration of the Icicle butt plug and the matching dildo. She removed a fresh terry hand cloth from her black satin bag and wiped the slick off her hands. As instructed, Lauren unfastened the buckle of the brown belt around her breasts, struggling to tighten it around her voluptuous DD cups. She exhaled every molecule of. I faced his way. My body was shaking. “I-I’m sorry,” I began. “Stop speaking. There is no need to speak. Yes…that’s it.” Now I could feel his rough hands on my bare arms. “Mmm, fuck your skin is so soft.” They went up to my neck and in my dark red hair. “And your hair…so lovely.” His voice sounded so raspy, and yet… I licked my lips nervously. I could feel a slight tingle between my legs as his hands continued with their exploring. “Yes,” I whispered. His face came so close to my neck. He. Only a few licks is all you want. Just enough to get your juices flowing. You work your way back down as I reach for myself. Holding my shaft still you raise and squat. Moving back and forth, teasing me. Letting the head touch your opening and then taking it away from me. I beg you to let me in for what seems like hours, and finally you do. Without warning, you slam down on top of me. Stuffing me all inside. We both yelp with pleasure, and then you begin to rock your hips. Slowly at.