After a naughty night, I'm on edge, yearning to be punished. Stripped bare, I tease and pleasure myself, craving retribution. My fingers dance over my smooth, bare pussy, heightening the anticipation.
After a naughty night, I'm on edge, yearning to be punished. Stripped bare, I tease and pleasure myself, craving retribution. My fingers dance over my smooth, bare pussy, heightening the anticipation.
As a form of punishment, I was instructed to strip down and reveal my perfectly shaved pussy. The anticipation of what was to come was overwhelming, but I obeyed without question. With a sense of naughtiness, I began to pleasure myself, my fingers dancing over my bare skin. The sensation of my own touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body, a stark contrast to the fear and anticipation that loomed overhead. Each movement of my hand brought me closer to the edge, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable level. I was lost in the moment, my body writhing in pleasure as I brought myself to the brink. But the punishment wasn't over yet. As I caught my breath, I knew that the real test was yet to come. The question was, would I be able to resist the temptation of my own touch? Or would I give in to the pleasure and lose myself once again?.
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