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</div><br/>No sound had ever been as beautiful as your cry of pleasure. So vocal and primal, unrestrained -- no,<i>unrestrainable </i>in intensity and raw in honesty. I feel as if my mission is holy, as I've brought an uninitiated into the throes of the divine bliss of utter, sapphic climax.<br/><br/>But, the train of your sexual awakening has only paused; Mistress clicks her heels as they search for solid footing, my wetness propelled by taut, stocking-clad legs as your new owner rides your thigh. And, why shouldn't I claim what's mine? The lurid dance we fornicate is but an appetizer to the wider debauchery that will encompass our lives. Our new life, for there is no turning back now --- no way to unfeel the utter attraction and indelible mark we've made upon one another. Even if you had informed me that you'd made a mistake and changed your mind, I would not let you. My obstinance would be fueled {<span style="font-size: 12px">not only by my mercy in allowing you to return to a man beyond sub-standard</span>} but by my refusal to let you walk in this world unclaimed by someone you deserve.<br/><br/>The world may burn around us, but {<span style="font-size: 12px">by God</span>} you will know beyond a shadow of any doubt that you belong to<b>me</b>. As such, your Mistress intends on fully playing with and utilize her belongings to the maximum. And use you, I will.<br/><br/>Before your senses return, and the reality of what awaits you outside my office conjures into your mind, you find yourself foisted up on by my wanton desire for you. Mistress shows you how a real person {regardless of gender} fucks someone --- shows them that they cause an unquenchable fire to burn that flares out of control when passions boil over. Your red hair is once again in my hand, our breasts touching and mashing as we<a class="link link--external" href="https://i.imgur.com/w95LYQ9.mp4" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">lose ourselves in sapphic fornication</a>: where my lips ravage the side of your neck ... my fingers work your clit and lips, all while Mistress grinds on your thigh until her orgasm consumed us both.<br/><br/>That is the nature of our beast, is it not? Your excitation is my achievement, and my bliss is your duty. Clear standards and objectives divide the weak-minded from the supreme, optimized potential that sex offers like a clarion call. As a madam in the whorehouse of my harem, you are my consort of choice --- the only regret is that you are lawfully associated with the miserable man who would give anything to be pressing his ear to my door. Does he know that he's lost his wife? That Jack realize that, despite the perverse logic of his narrow-minded intellect, he lost Lea years ago but neither of you realized it at the time? What I'm doing to {<span style="font-size: 12px">sharing with</span>} your wife is the natural consequence of your ultimate and inevitable failure. You cannot hate the messenger, when the truth has<b>always been </b>you will never be good enough for this woman's desire.<br/><br/>Halted breaths make my carmine-painted lips open and my blue eyes stare into yours. The hold on your scalp tightens as my nectar-coated hand wraps around your throat ... just as my pelvis jerks quickly on your thigh, hyper-slick from my leaking juices. "Ohhhhhh God!" you hear me cry out. Our lips crash together as my cunt gushes its honey down your leg, marking you are mine, mine, mine.<br/><br/>Mistress is trembling at how good you've made her feel, the high you've enable her to achieve. The hand at your throat releases but only to fill your mouth with your lubrication. Your lips now tainted with the sweetest of honeys, Mistress french kisses you with a passion you've never imagined possible. My blue eyes stare, as if on fire, into yours with a glazed expression yet still in command.<br/><br/>"We're doing this again ... as often as possible," I manage to say, despite being breathless and exultant with aroused pleasure. My warmth leaves your upper leg as I dismount and step to the side, the click of my heels audible as Mistress maneuvers behind you and whisper into your ear.<br/><br/>"I want you to get dressed, but leave your undergarments here. Wait until I am dressed and then exit my office and find your husband ... take him home and tell him nothing of what we've done. Feel no shame but supremely calm. You're owned by someone who matters now. He will smell the scent of our sex ... but tell him we only spoke at length about matters that do not concern him. He will want to have sex with you, but you will refuse him ... he is not worthy of you."<br/><br/>Mistress turns your face to gaze over your shoulder. "Do you understand, my Dove?"