Think you can handle me?
I’m here to make you feel me, the tip of my tongue, the pads of my fingers, soft thighs against your cheeks, every delicious inch of us tangled in a savage struggle. It’s not just a fight it’s a game of control, of pleasure and power. I want you tangled in me, bodies pressed close, writhing and grinding until neither of us can tell where one ends and the other begins.
I’ll pull you in. You will squirm and squeal, whether it’s my hands in your hair, my mouth on sealing over your sex, or my body pressing you into the mat and coiled around every soft part of you. I’ll claim every thing in you, and I want you to take from me.
I want struggle, connection. Don't go soft on me half way, and I pinky promise. . . I'll make you happy with my mouth.
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