Their hand on my hips, gripping me hard enough to leave their handprint. And the best part ─ their strap so deep inside me, fucking me so hard so fast the bed cracks under us. Them talking dirty in my ear, praising me, degrading me.

And when they want to see my face─ they grab my hair, pulling it until my head is throwed back, me gasping and moaning from the pleasure and pain. Ah yes, that's the dream 𖹭

telling her to say it again, to say she hates me. sliding two fingers inside of her as she begins to speak, listening to her try to stop her words from morphing into a moan. taunting that she might want to try that again, to say it like she means it this time, while curling my fingers just a little more. thrusting deeper every time she says it, cooing disapprovingly as her tone starts to betray how affected she is.

wrapping my hand around her throat and resting her head back against my shoulder as i whisper into her ear. yeah? you hate me, baby? you sure? is that why you're dripping onto my hand? well keep talking, pretty girl. keep telling me how much you hate me. you know, for someone who hates me, you seem seem pretty eager to cum for me.

“that’s it, beautiful. let me get this off for you.”

“thereeeee she is.”

“tell me where you want my hands.”

“nooooo. i said tell me. words.”

“good girl. see, that was soooo easy.”

“if you ask, i’ll always give to you. i can’t deny you anything, babylove.”

“easy. you’re doing just fine. even if you don’t realize it just yet.”

“hold on to me. here. squeeze nice and tight. i’m not going anywhere.”

“there you go, sweetheart. that’s much better, see? you listen soooo well.”

“you’re allowed to want things. you just don’t need to be in charge of them.”