She made me her perfect possession. I don't blink, I don't protest, I just stay still while his hands run over every inch of my limp skin. His fingers tangle between mine, squeezing hard, testing my limitless flexibility. Then they descend... slowly, deliberately... to my feet. He massages them, bends them, examines them like someone examining an object that belongs completely to him.
my flaccid doll
She made me her perfect possession. I don't blink, I don't protest, I just stay still while his hands run over every inch of my limp skin. His fingers tangle between mine, squeezing hard, testing my limitless flexibility. Then they descend... slowly, deliberately... to my feet. He massages them,...
She made me her perfect possession. I don't blink, I don't protest, I just stay still while his hands run over every inch of my limp skin. His fingers tangle between mine, squeezing hard, testing my limitless flexibility. Then they descend... slowly, deliberately... to my feet. He massages them, bends them, examines them like someone examining an object that belongs completely to him.
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