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Telling my boyfriend that I love him, and that I miss him, while shamelessly lying to him about where I am and what I'm doing... just makes the joy of violating his boundaries and betraying his trust even more intense and satisfying.

If he only knew what was being done to me, while I fill his mind with false reassurances that nothing abnormal is happening... he would be shocked, devastated, and completely broken. The thought of this just makes my already blissful moans twice as deep, and twice as loud.