Spend a minute reading Amity’s mind when she finds a submissive who sings to her like music – a silent sub with a loud song.
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Dipping each carrot into cold dressing and placing it between my lips and sucking it dry is a mere prelude to doing the same erotic luncheon with what is hiding behind the red stripe that decorates you so splendidly. Later, I will bite each morsel and roll it on my tongue, draining the juice and ingesting the power that it provides. As I wrap my lips around the stiff fruit, I will press harder and harder until it succumbs with agony melded with joy into the warmth of my mouth and provide me sustenance and pleasure.
What might you be planning for lunch, my jewel?