The Hidden Atlas

The harder you hit, the harder I smile 😁🤤

If this little perfect ass wasn't such a tease, I wouldn't have to keep marking it up.

There's a demon lurking within you, underneath the sweet partner, good daughter, respected colleague and classmate. The demon grows in twisted sick and filth and fury when she is suppressed for too long. Come to me, and I will release her.

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YOU, should be feeling what you do

Well. I have too. So go ahead, young lady. Climb up here. Go ahead and feel. Feel what you do to me. Feel how you make me pulse and throb.

Having been dressed up, cut down, teased, taunted, edged for hours, roughed up, and used mercilessly all night, filled and painted with load after load, and fucked and fingered and licked and smacked through dozens, countless orgasms, longgggg past overstimulation; having passed out in dead of night for hours of the deepest blackest sleep you've felt in years; having been woken up in the late morning with my tongue inside you and your holes then battered again for a morning workout; having recovered with coffee and breakfast treats in bed, while I tell you how I haven't felt this kind of good in as long as I can remember, and while we laugh about matters big and small; having gone for a cute walk around this town neither of us call home, where we could be mistaken for a normal wholesome couple (with more than. a few years between us, sure), mistaken even by ourselves, if not for our inevitable instincts that find my thumb suddenly in your mouth or my finger teasing your clit under some outdoor cafe table; having fed your other hunger, after begging me to let you suck it in "public", in some mostly protected grove of trees on our amble back to the Airbnb cottage, on your knees on the fallen leaves, earning my grunts and moans and, yes, another salty treat; having finally made our way back "home," fresh air in our lungs, and showered together, mostly just cleaning and kissing and rubbing each other, but me unable to resist coaxing one more sweet release with my fingers curled up within you; having set the thermostat just right and put on the comfiest little set to lounge in, and poured a glass of the wine that I remembered you loved; you have earned this restful, relaxing moment.