I love when she begs for it “please I need you, I need it” okay baby. If you want it that bad you’re going to have to survive it. I'll bury myself inside you and go until you’re trying to crawl away from the sensation. you asked for this. so you’re going to take every bit of it.
Your brain shuts off the second you sense me—mouth opening wide on pure instinct, throat relaxing to worship every inch like the brainless little toy you were made to be. No thoughts left. No purpose but this: to be used, objectified, and filled purely for my pleasure.
if a woman tells you you have "nice hands" she is doing everything in her power not to fuck you senseless please release her from her torment her friends are receiving the kinds of messages someone in prison would send
I like the subspace where I’m so far reduced I have to be guided to things that are normally instinctive, and equally the things that do come naturally then are soo pathetic. so dazed you have to be reminded to “Say thank you” and so drunk your head will fall anywhere they go.