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Hidden Submission
Secrets of a male submissive
Lady Jane was lost in his lips, he was a natural at kissing and it couldn’t be denied. If he was this good, then why did he ask for consent first. She didn’t know how to respond to his request, “Can I kiss you”.
When she said “Sure”, that half boner she cradled with her palm felt a lot bigger than it initially was.
He let his tongue absorb her alcoholic tastiness while he bit her lips softly. He quickly let his jeans fly open to allow the hardness he could no longer contain, escape. She felt the strain of pre-come as she let her fingers rock his tip, not breaking the kiss.
Hell knows he wanted more — the feeling of her tongue, if his cock was inside her mouth, would her tongue caress his glans just like their kiss? would it feel this warm too? This was something he couldn’t act on, he still had the motivation to please her pussy to the extent of making it shoot out fluids of orgasm.
Not holding back, he grabbed her hair to lift her face, “Take off that thong and open wide,” his husky voice bounded her skin, thereby unleashing mighty goosebumps.
This wasn’t typical for him, but he thought she probably wasn’t into kinky sex and even more, being his domme. As much as he prayed to be dominated and cursed by her, it wasn’t the right time to…
