He works with his hands. Quiet. Rough. Steady. But when it comes to me? He kneels.
This isn’t love ... it’s reverence. And I make sure he feels it… Every time he opens that pretty mouth.
This is the kind of devotion that doesn’t need words. Just heat. Tension. Obedience.
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