The size of grapes
Mistress Alexa,
I like to sing for you, like a little pink bird.
You are making me the way you want me to be for you.
I have shaved this morning so that the insides of my legs are silky smooth to your touch. I’m careful around my pussy, leaving only a tiny, cute tuft of hair around the base of my clittie.
When I lie on my back, I lean to the side just enough so my organs move away leaving a woman’s crotch for your touch.
When I stroke it delicately my nipples rise, ready for my eager grasp. I pinch and pull until they swell to the size and texture of grapes. I imagine you are sucking them for hours.
I like it when you finger me like I was a schoolgirl, and mount me from the front, fuking me with grunts of pleasure. When you are finished, you wash me in the shower and dress me for the fashion show.I am your pride, and you are careful to dress me in the pink gown with the long, trailing flow. The front is short so you can lift it to show your girlfriends my clittie. They tease it and kiss my lips until it stands up obediently.
You instruct me how to prance and show off for the audience, and when I win for you, we go back to your place with some of your girlfriends for my reward….my bell ringing as I wak alongside you.
I snuggle close beside you in your car while you drive and finger you while one of your eager, beautiful friends sucks my tits. and coos into my ear how much she likes being with me.
But we all know I am yours.
I need your instructions.
Missing you,
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