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I’ve had the incredible pleasure of exploring the world of pegging with six different men. While it takes a bit of convincing, I adore watching these strong and powerful individuals transform into vulnerable, yet oh so adorable, beings sprawled out on my bed, unable to utter a word as they succumb to the sensations of my perfectly sized strapon. It’s without a doubt my ultimate pleasure.

And let me tell you, I am an absolute master at it. Each of them presents me with their playful ultimatums, like “Sure, I’ll let you peg me, but then I get to explore anal too!” But here’s the delicious twist; none of them ever actually want the anal experience afterwards. The mind-blowing orgasms I give them leave them barely able to walk, consumed by an insatiable desire for more. And of course, I am more than happy to oblige their cravings, anywhere and anytime.

Then, there’s the intriguing archetype of the confident dude-bros. They claim, “I never do this, but damn, you’re so breathtakingly attractive that I couldn’t resist.” Oh, sweet talkers. I simply smile, acknowledging their flattery, and with a playful command, they discover themselves bent over, ready to be ravished. Curiously enough, these men all the time return, time and time again, haunted by their desires. Perhaps, with my vigor and unapologetic prowess, I can free them from their shame and we can revel in the greatness of this unexplored territory together.

I should mention my three cherished regulars, those brave souls who eagerly request my attentions on a weekly basis. They openly admit their adoration for the experience, and in return, I spoil them with extra special treats, ensuring their satisfaction knows no bounds. Then there’s the mysterious one, who never vocalizes his cravings, yet finds solace in my business, pouring over memories of our previous encounters until he can no longer withstand the temptation. With a subtle gesture, he transforms into an obedient and blissful plaything, happily bending over for my pleasure. And let’s not forget about the other two, stubborn in their denial of the sheer pleasure I provide. Yet, despite their protests, they too have succumbed to my spell more than a couple of times, only to repeat their empty mantra of “I’m only doing this because you’re hot,” as they eagerly come back for more. Silly, silly men.

But there’s one aspect that fills my heart with delight – the harmonious symphony of moans. Each man sings his own gorgeous melody as I thrust and rock my hips, ceaselessly seeking that perfect spot of pleasure. The intensity of their moans is a testament to my skill and brings me an indescribable sense of satisfaction. It’s a sound that rivals any symphony on earth.

In the end, I simply adore being the queen of the strapon, for it grants me immeasurable joy.

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