The French Domme
S'il vous plait, mon ange
The bruises will heal
Je te voir, cheri
I know how you feel
Je t'adore, mon cher
Your master won't bite
So hold still, my pet
Don't put up a fight...
À toi, pour toujours,
Bisous
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