story time my friends.....
please read. tell me what it makes you feel like...
i feel your hand slide up the small of my back.... to the back of my neck. so warm against my cold skin. you gently hold it there for a moment with your eyes locked on mine. you kiss me, sweetly, on my cheek. then on my lips.
this is the moment i am fixated on. the moment it turns. the way it feels.
you slide your hand up, wrap your hand in my hair and squeeze. no more sweet. with one fast movement, you turn me around and slam me, chest down, on a table in front of me. you knock my air out. my heart is racing, nervous... frightened at what may be next... needing what is next.
i feel your hands. rough. they grab at my hips as you roughly lift up my dress. i go to turn my head to look at you - you again grab my hair and force my face down so that i can not move. can't turn. can't look. i feel my heart against the table. you have me pinned. motionless.
within seconds your rock hard cock is rubbing up against me... i need it. i need you. you drive your cock so fucking deep, rushed. your hands holding my hips so hard marks will be left where your fingers are. squeezing me. pounding into me over and over...
you move one hand up to my head. hold me there. you feel me squirm as you slam into me. you press my head down by holding my hair so fucking tight and violently fuck me so hard. just like a whore. filling me with every inch of your rock hard cock.... you lean forward... whisper into me ear what you want to hear me beg you for...
please fuck me harder.
please read. tell me what it makes you feel like...
i feel your hand slide up the small of my back.... to the back of my neck. so warm against my cold skin. you gently hold it there for a moment with your eyes locked on mine. you kiss me, sweetly, on my cheek. then on my lips.
this is the moment i am fixated on. the moment it turns. the way it feels.
you slide your hand up, wrap your hand in my hair and squeeze. no more sweet. with one fast movement, you turn me around and slam me, chest down, on a table in front of me. you knock my air out. my heart is racing, nervous... frightened at what may be next... needing what is next.
i feel your hands. rough. they grab at my hips as you roughly lift up my dress. i go to turn my head to look at you - you again grab my hair and force my face down so that i can not move. can't turn. can't look. i feel my heart against the table. you have me pinned. motionless.
within seconds your rock hard cock is rubbing up against me... i need it. i need you. you drive your cock so fucking deep, rushed. your hands holding my hips so hard marks will be left where your fingers are. squeezing me. pounding into me over and over...
you move one hand up to my head. hold me there. you feel me squirm as you slam into me. you press my head down by holding my hair so fucking tight and violently fuck me so hard. just like a whore. filling me with every inch of your rock hard cock.... you lean forward... whisper into me ear what you want to hear me beg you for...
please fuck me harder.
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bucolic:
I like your hair. I'd love to run my fingers through it.
killerd:
makes me wish I wasn't sitting home alone...