Feeling him toy with my insides as i whine, pant and moan for more. Talking me through it softly “that’s a good fucking girl, come on puppy. You’re not done until i say. Now cum for master” As i cum and squirt on command
the shiver that runs through you as their tongue eagerly explores every fold and shape of your pussy, their lips tracing the length of your slit and settling on the bud of your clit.
"such a sweet and pretty thing. you were made to be tasted and enjoyed, weren't you darling?"
The need isn’t pretty. It’s the ache to stop being in charge to be used, toyed with, told when to come, told when she’s done. She already spent the week wanting nothing she could admit. Control is what she owes the world. Surrender is what she owes herself.