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The hunk at the gym was very bold when he approached. “I’d do anything you said so long as I got to taste your sweaty ass,” I smirked and nodded. We’d see what a good boy he’d make, it WAS Femme Domme Friday, after all.
He thought he’d drive us to his house, but he quickly learned he wasn’t going to have any control in this situation. He sat in the passenger seat of my car as I drove to my house, with my hand rubbing his upper thigh. My fingers grazed close to his cock, teasing him with what was to come, but never brushing his needy erection. The stud’s hips bucked trying to get some friction during the quick drive back to mine, but he still had no idea what he was in for.
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As soon as we walked through the door, I told him to strip naked while I stayed in my sweaty gym gear. “Yes, Mistress.” He cooed willingly and shed his shorts. I was impressed with his fit body. So hard all over and sculpted for my viewing pleasure.
“On your knees,” I instructed, and the good stud did just that. I handcuffed his hands behind his back and slipped a thick blindfold over his eyes.
“But I want to see you,” He whimpered, which made me giggle.
“You said you’d do anything to taste me. Are you taking that back?”
“No! No, you’re right. I’ll be good.” I nodded even if he couldn’t see me. Then backed my sweaty, leggings-covered ass against his face. My hand cradled the back of his head, and I pushed his nose between my cheeks. He sniffed and licked at the fabric as if he was trying to climb up my ass. I bent at the hips to allow his nose to rub down between my legs and sniff at my musky pussy. “Fuck you smell so good. Let me stroke, Mistress. Please, touch my cock.” His head was a deep shade of purple and pulsing, but we’d only just begun our Femme Domme Friday fun.
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