"Oh, I'll fuck you," I promise, panting out the words as I duck my head against his shoulder to give myself a little more room to bounce up and down on his cock, biting at him through his shirt to keep from crying out. I pull harder at the tie, using it to hold him against me. "Next time, you should tie my hands with this."
What we're doing can only be described as rutting, something instinctual and primal, and it feels so good that I feel like I might just burn away and float up into the atmosphere.
"I like it when you tie me up, when you hold me down," I get out, dragging my tongue along the side of his neck and moaning low into his ear, toes curling in my dress shoes as one leg kicks back against the seat. "I like it when you come inside of me, pesca. I like it when you lick it out of me."
I also love it when it's nice and slow, when it's so sweet that it makes me cry, but he knows that already. These are the things that I've been holding back, what I think about when I touch myself. "Oliver, please, please. Come inside me."
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Date: 2022-03-18 03:45 am (UTC)What we're doing can only be described as rutting, something instinctual and primal, and it feels so good that I feel like I might just burn away and float up into the atmosphere.
"I like it when you tie me up, when you hold me down," I get out, dragging my tongue along the side of his neck and moaning low into his ear, toes curling in my dress shoes as one leg kicks back against the seat. "I like it when you come inside of me, pesca. I like it when you lick it out of me."
I also love it when it's nice and slow, when it's so sweet that it makes me cry, but he knows that already. These are the things that I've been holding back, what I think about when I touch myself. "Oliver, please, please. Come inside me."