I know what you want us to do to you, little lamb. I can seen it written clear across your face when we box you in, his large hands on your hips holding you in place while I watch you quiver in anticipation. youโve never been good at hiding it, but we can give you what you want.
Thereโs something delicious about watching the quiet ones getting horny. All that shy restraint melts, and suddenly theyโre needy, greedy, clinging like they forgot how to behave. So desperate to take, to feel, to please, like itโs the only thing keeping them alive.