Twenty four hours of bliss and pleasure. I have your brain wrapped around my finger. I can make you do what I want, but you make it seem like it's your idea anyway and that makes my cunt so wet and my brain fry.
I have come countless, effortless times. I am sore and bruised. Your body aches. I can barely think it all out in my head. All I can see is your stomach flex, the muscles in your thighs tighten. Twitch. Choking on your cock. Drooling. You pinch my mouth so hard my jaw aches.
Your fingers roughly inside me. Telling me I'm a dirty little slut, telling me to come. Spitting on me and god do I come. Relentless streams of effluence, coating, soaking, bucking desire and satisfaction. You release on my body, inside me. Over me, in me, whichever hole you like. However and whenever you want. You're getting the hang of this. I'm getting wet just thinking about it. It's hard to write. I want to touch myself. It's hard to write.
You hold so much intention and intensity. The way you grip my neck. We kiss and I smear drool off my chin, and we kiss again and I don't care. You spit on me, you bite me, you taste me and enjoy me.
You touch and stroke me, concentration blurs and all I can feel is that red hot throb. Pulse. Turned on, turned up, give me attention, give me more, stop, no never stop. Throb. Please don't stop. It's hard to write. I want to touch myself. I'm sore.
Please can this carry on? Please keep evolving. Become perfect. Make it seem like your idea. Make it a dream. Dripping on the wave. Intense. Beautiful, fingers in your hair, yours in mine, twisting, pulling, hurting. Hurt me, fuck just hurt me. Make it perfect. Scare me. Never stop. Push your body into mine and make it blend. Hit my face and my body and over power me and keep going and don't worry. Make me perfect. Palpable and desirable. Make me yours to play with. Make it happen.
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