When I pulled you through the doorway, tossed you onto the sofa, undressed you, lifted your legs back, and devoured your sweet wet pussy, this was just one of the many ways I claimed you.
With my actions, I said: “You Are Mine.”
Every day I write a new post or two, with subtle words and hints that only you and I understand. Little ways that tell you – I am claiming you.
Sometimes the words are not so subtle. Sometimes, they are much bolder and direct.
Nevertheless, I am claiming you.
Or maybe when it’s when I pull your soaking wet panties out of you, put my fingers inside you, awaken your sensitive G spot, encompass your clit with my mouth, squeeze your neck with my free hand, and look right into your eyes as I take another orgasm from the body I own.
Maybe that is when I claim you, yet again.
Or as I stand over you, taking my time with you as you are restricted and aching to give me your submission, all while I am stoic though I am aching to give you my dominance. Maybe that is another way I claim you.
Or when it’s all said and done and I give you aftercare. I pet your beautiful body and I let you know I love you as rest your picturesque face on my bare chest while you drift away to sleep.
Another way I claim you.
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