Never before they had tied. Carolina was about to open the door of his submission, a transfer of power she barely knew. Miguel enjoyed making her wait. He played with his will in the same way that playing with silk ribbons through her fingers. She relished the uncertainty, arched in the position indicated. Eagerly awaiting the moment when he immobilizes. He glanced toward the stairs, eager to climb and the room, but did not move from where they were. Without giving truce, Miguel returned to her against the door. For a moment, only they existed choppy breaths, moisture of their tongues battling in a duel of titans, and erection pressing his abdomen. A languid, lascivious, kiss caused uncontrolled gasp Carolina. Suddenly, all silver lining equality in the war disappeared. Miguel gripped the wrists and gave him a warning look, tipping the balance in his favor. You know you've earned a punishment.
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