Half of what keeps her coming back for more is the vain hope that one day she’ll understand how you do it.  (What you do is the other half.) You needn’t worry that she’ll figure it out and disappear, though.  The observation process suffers some major setbacks of attention and memory.
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I was blessed to find a girl with an imagination like hers.  My words alone could send her into squirming, writhing ecstasies at least as well as my hands. And I enjoyed doing it so much I didn’t mind too terribly how infrequently she let me out of my cage. dhakaibabu: via biertijd.com
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They knew I was coming.  They’d been given instructions to wait, just like this.  To make a good first impression.  When I asked for it, it hadn’t even occurred to me that this meant I smelled their fear and desire, for me, before I ever met them.
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It was so convenient to not have to worry about keeping the pants intact. annytime: Jeans vending machine by Closed.
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She leaned forward, almost involuntarily, betraying her interest, and shivering slightly when her breasts touched the glass top of the table. milkthatcock
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“Did you bring a surprise for me?” michaelrecycles: (via imgTumble)
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“The redhead?  She’s very cute, Petling, but I don’t think I told you you could choose what we’re doing today. On the other hand, perhaps I should let you experience the whim of somebody whose tastes you can’t predict.”
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She was grateful she was allowed to warm and wet them before they went inside.
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She’s very cute, but there is something odd about a girl in a hooded cardigan and knit stockings doffing her panties while crawling on pillows between two large flowerpots toward a pretty fence. Maybe that’s just me.
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When I look at her eyes, I get trapped, and she surprises me. I won’t let it happen.  Not this time.  I’m going to watch her like a hawk and she won’t get me this time. I wonder what she’s doing with her hand, there, does watching me squirm make her want to touch herself? Is she still watching me?  Maybe she’s distracted herself. … … Where did that come from?
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