Oh, that line?

The one she crossed while holding his cock steady with one hand, and licking where they met like it might help him take more of her?

Yeah. That line.

I said I was coming too.
I didn’t say I’d wait my turn.

Careful now, Devil Debbie.
If you roll high, I might have to hold the plug steady.
For safety, of course.
Wouldn’t want your little experiment to short-circuit before the fun begins.

Aunt Carol, you wicked thing.

Every time I think you’ve maxed out the depravity scale, you swing a leg over the line and ask if I’m coming too.

Spoiler: I always do.

Oh, Discipline. Now you’re speaking my mother tongue.

That lyric isn’t begging, it's binding.
“I need your discipline.” A promise sealed in breath.
Because once I start? I won’t stop. And we both know it.

So go on. Draw the line. I’ll cross it on my knees.

Funny. I don’t remember asking Joe.
But if he insisted—he can watch while you lock the other one.

#AnkletCulture #ExWifeEnergy #BindMeBetter #ChainReaction #KneelOrClickOut

Tell me again how straight girls don't fantasize about being ruined by the wife.
Tell me again how you accidentally left those chains out.
Tell me, slowly this time, how you’d rearrange me.

“I Found My Ex-Girlfriend’s Wife’s Secret Bondage Room”

…and I didn’t leave. I just put on the collar and waited.