Can you guess what these things have in common?

The bed.

The couch.

His knee.

A pole.

The floor.

His shoe.

His words.

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All things I would fuck at my Master’s command. And probably cum too.

My training continues, and has developed. My Master can edge me quite a while now, fuck me harder, longer, and in more positions. I maintain control. I am more ready, more wet, more consistently swollen.