An experienced Victorian physicians always conducts a thorough inspection to assess your condition before inducing as many hysterical paroxysms as he deems necessary to restore your equilibrium…
Mmmmm, Victorian boarding school / medical inspection play! “You have a very common condition, young lady, but let’s take a look… ah, it’s more serious than I feared. No wonder you’ve had trouble concentrating on your studies!”
Because if you’re not thoroughly enjoying having your face pushed into the floor, and a strong man’s hands gripping your hips to lift your cute ass up high and his knees pressing yours apart so that he can open you with his thumbs and lick you till you’re soaked and groaning with need before rising behind you and pushing deep inside you till his belly is slapping against you again and again and again…
If you’re not thoroughly enjoying all of that, sugarplum, why bother doing it at all?
There’s room for two, isn’t there? Ooh, wouldn’t those big cushiony arms feel good on the backs of your knees? And if you were bent over the back it wouldn’t bruise your little hipbones a bit, would it? And wouldn’t the soft leather look and smell wonderful when your face was pushed into the cushions?
Not that I’d ever do anything like that! Of course not! But if you were allll snuggled up in my lap I’m sure neither of us would be… wondering… thinking… daydreaming about such things, would we, tigerstripe?
