The hours passed into the night, your screams grew louder and desperate as your body struggled under my sweet torment... Moment by moment I pushed you deeper until you were nothing but a tight string resonating every sensation that I whimed
He doesn’t treat me like a wilting flower. He is demanding. He is the wolf. This is the part of him I want to know, the part he tames & I want set free. I am free with him. I touch him, everywhere, anywhere, indulging in the best of sins I can wish to commit & I do not hold back.
He pulled them aside, a dark patch of wetness already soaking through the thin cotton fabric, slowly drawing his finger the length of her slit, her swollen lips opening invitingly to his gentle touch.
She toyed with him, teasing his tip, offering him inside her then rubbing in her slit. Her hand squeezing and stroking, feeling his hardness, his throbbing veins, then gasping with delight as he pulsed and spurted his lustful heat.