Trance-like stroke job while I whisper words of your devotion. You can't escape from having your submission reinforced. Your eyes roll. The denial makes you want more denial. You can't escape from your gratitude, nor the truth of yourself. You can't escape my exquisite touch, rocking you into a gentle sea where you are lost in your desire.

Trance-like stroke job while I whisper words of your devotion. You can't escape from having your submission reinforced. Your eyes roll. The denial makes you want more denial. You can't escape from your gratitude, nor the truth of yourself. You can't escape my exquisite touch, rocking you into a gentle sea where you are lost in your desire.