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Often we met in secret places throughout the city, finding solace for our unique needs in motels, rented cars, or even public places. However, today I had satisfied my Mistress in her own bedroom, surrounded by her belongings. Her scent wafted through the room, a blend of perfumes and humid floral scents from the recently used shower. An hour ago I had slid fully inside her, captured by Her sex as we made love violently. She had controlled the pace, the depth, and my orgasm as I pleased her. She owned my cock and had used it for her pleasure until she reached a shattering orgasm. Her eyes locked on mine as she came, silently ordering me to wait. Minutes later, she lay like a cat, stretching her arms over her head and yawning, the tension fading from her muscles, her dark blue gaze raking over my nude body, traveling from toe to head until they found a home in my excited eyes. I looked away; I always looked away.

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