super-trafalgar:piripiragy:On Sunday stroll.Humiliation doesn’t exist in isolation. You
super-trafalgar: piripiragy: On Sunday stroll. Humiliation doesn’t exist in isolation. You agree to do it not just because it gets you wet, but because you want to please someone else. You imagine him getting hard at the thought of you exposing yourself in public at his command. You do get wet, of course you do. And that’s part of your humiliation. You dirty, little slut, exposing yourself in public and getting excited by it. Your arousal cannot be denied; it’s smeared between your thighs, secretly caressed by the tickling summer breeze. If a man were passing you’d probably let him touch you at this point, panting and squirming in excitement at having a complete stranger see what a cheap, needy little whore you are. Devotional Training: Iits selfish wetness humiliates it and gives Him pleasure. -- source link
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