Cnc (real)
"Thanks for helping me at the shop today!" She smiled brightly.
She cocked her hip out and bounced onto her toes.
His eyes nervously shifted from her to the door and then back to her.
"I'm sorry." He said.
She squeaked in surprise as his hands roughly grabbed-
Why are you here if you're just going through the motions?
Too many people aren't burning away from the inside. A destructive lust that roars for need.
Their eyes don't reflect a pit of want.
If your heart isn't charred black. Why are you here?
I see you.
But its not enough to be seen is it?
Its to be seen as less than. To be seen as such a desperate needy toy that you can't imagine being anything else.
To be seen as you're consumed by lust and want.
I see you.
Prayer
#cnckink#religionkink
Your body is not a temple.
It is an altar for you to sacrifice for me. Your body is heretical, sinful, made only clean by my touch.
Your lust sanctified, and made pure by my actions.
Your body is an altar to me.
His thrusts grow a bit faster and you give in to it. Letting it erase your brain with each thrust.
"Pound my fucking brains out," you scream knowing you'll miss all your classes today.
"Make it quick" #cnckink#freeuse
You walked into the living room in a short skirt and a top tied above your waist.
"You look cute." He said and stood and walked towards you.
"Thanks-" his lips broke your sentence, "but I-" his tongue pushed into your mouth, "need to go."
but your eyes glance at the clock.
You feel his hand run through your hair and then violently pull your head away from looking.
"Stay focused on me, slut." He growls.
"Fuck but- fuck." You moan again as he slaps your ass.
"I-I can miss my first class but-"