I love how small you feel when I cage you with my body. How easily I could crush you. How completely you trust that I never will. Your fragility against my strength isn’t something I exploit it’s something I worship, your surrender feeds the part of me that nothing else ever has.
What is it that you Want? Is it Me? My body? My hands? My touch? Is it the whispers I’ll give you? The trance that being so close to me will put you in? The collar that your pretty little neck is practically begging for? The comfort of being daddys toy?
Daddy’s on top of you, our bodies locked tight and slick with sweat. Every deep thrust makes you cling harder, legs locked around me like you’ll never let go. I growl against your neck, “That’s it, darling… take all of Daddy while we melt together.” You feel so perfect under me.
Onun terini teninde hissetmek hoşuna gidiyordu. Son derece ham ve hayvani bir his... Erkeğinin kendine güvenen, güçlü ve hırslı biri olmasını istiyordu... Bu, onun teslimiyetini sağlıyordu.
She was very much stoned but wanted to be used. It was late Saturday night. I pounded her till her face turned red.. She was lost and addicted to pleasure, pain... The weed was making her spin fast, she didn't want it to stop.. It was hot.
I own the way you ache to be useful. The way you want to kneel and serve and grind and suck without ever being asked twice. That sweet, needy heart of yours was made to be kept busy by me. So be busy, princess. Be mine in every filthy, loving way you crave.