Good Girl
filthy whore
Beg to cum
Just thinking of my Master whispering these things into my ear makes me tingle. I've been obsessed with it lately. I walk down the side walk between buildings at work and imagine watching him thrust into me over and over. My legs up in the air, slut present, making a v, until he says break, so i can wrap my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck, pulling him to me. I always have to watch my nails. When it feels so good i want to burst, need to cum, and still he won't let me, or even when he does, i have a bad habit of letting my nails sink into his shoulders. I have an ex that has a pretty set of scars from that. I get distracted, lost in that intensity, and forget to be careful.
I want primal passion. I want him to be lost in me as much as i am lost in him. Its not making love at that point, its fucking. It's raw, animalistic. Its needs and urges and ecstasy. He pulls my hair and i moan. i clench around him and he growls at me. I love that sexy growl he makes when he comes. The way i shiver afterward, and we both fight to breathe. How my body wont stop spasming.... mmmmhhhh
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