More of a reaction to the fondling of your breast than the fact that you now have a leash dangling from a collar around your neck. Even ignoring the fact that it is still in my hand. As you turn away, putting on makeup, tarting yourself back up for me, I give the leash a harsh tug. Pulling you back around, making you stumble into my arms.
Clenching them around your back, fists locking with is other at the small of your back. Pressing, squeezing you against me. Arms trapped at your sides, as I crush you against me. Feeling your breasts pushing against my chest. "That was your last chance to do it willingly. I guess I have to beat what I want out of you."
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I love it when a girl talks dirty. My favorites are, No, Stop, Please, and You're Hurting me.
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