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Emily's desire to be stretched


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I swiped right on Tinder, and Emily’s profile stood out immediately. Our chat started light, but it quickly became clear she was craving something more. Her messages were filled with hints of submission—quiet yet undeniable.

One evening, she sent me a simple but loaded text: “I need you to take control. When can I see you?”

The desire in her words was palpable. She wanted me to dominate her, and I was more than ready to answer her call.

arrived at Emily’s door, heart racing. She greeted me, standing there in a tight nurse outfit, exactly as I’d asked. Her eyes were full of submission, her voice soft.

“I’m ready for you,” she whispered.

I stepped inside, the tension between us electric. Tonight, she was mine to command.



I took her onto the bed, her cheek pressing into the cool sheets. My weight settled over her, strong and unyielding, making her feel small—completely under My control.

“Since you can’t behave, I’ll have to remind you who’s in charge,” I murmured.

She gasped as he dragged my thick length along her soaked folds, teasing but never giving her what she craved. Her hips bucked instinctively, desperate for friction.

Immediately, my hands pinned her down. “Patience.”

She whimpered, her thighs trembling.

“Please, Sir… Please let me have it.”

A dark chuckle rumbled in his chest. “You don’t get to decide when I give it to you.”

My cock continued to glide against her, slick with her arousal, but never pushing in. The frustration burned inside her, but she ***d herself to stay still. She knew better than to be bratty again.

“Good girl,” I praised when she finally submitted, her breath shaky. “See? You can behave when you try.”

Then, she felt my fingers sliding lower, teasing the tight entrance of her ass. A desperate moan escaped her lips.

“Something you want, little one?”

She hesitated, her face burning.

“Please, Sir… Please finger my ass.”

My grip on her hips tightened. “Beg properly.”

Swallowing her pride, she let her voice tremble with need. “Please, Sir, I want to feel your fingers inside me… Please use me.”

A wicked smirk crossed his lips. “Now that’s a good girl.”

i rewarded her instantly, pressing a finger inside her tight hole. She gasped, her body arching into his touch.

Slowly, I worked her open, adding another finger, stretching her inch by inch. Her moans grew louder, her body completely at his mercy.

And then, just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, I leaned down, lips brushing her ear.

“Now… are you ready for your reward?”
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