This sensation, the coolness of the sheets against my skin, always hits me first. It’s a stark contrast to the warmth of her body, the heat radiating from her as she lies there, legs spread, inviting. Her rule was simple: if I came before him, I had to lick her clean. And I always did. It was a game, a twisted one, where I was the pawn and she was the queen. But it wasn’t just about the game; it was about the power, the control she held over me. She didn’t know, not for weeks, that I was doing it on purpose. Every time, I’d hold back, watching her, waiting for the right moment. And when it came, when I finally let go, it was always with a sense of victory, a secret triumph.
The Realization of Her Power
It took her a few weeks to realize, to see the pattern. And when she did, her eyes flashed with a mix of anger and something elseβexcitement, perhaps. She leaned over me, her pink dress falling open, revealing the soft curves of her body. Her legs, bare and smooth, brushed against mine as she moved closer.
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