riseofwives: “Are you ready for bed, honey?” she asked, peering down at him, smiling. &l
riseofwives: “Are you ready for bed, honey?” she asked, peering down at him, smiling. “Another night with her?” He thought. Could he stand it? Even bigger than last night, she was - and he smaller, weaker. He could now barely move, and would find himself again passive, paralyzed under her, or in her arms. He shivered in shame as he recalled it - being nursed like an infant, uncontrollably aroused and rutting into her hand. “We can do anything you want tonight, sweetie…” she cooed, reaching down for him, to pick him up in her hands, “anything you want, anything at all…” Thanks to britishbrooke.tumblr.com for the original! -- source link