romantic devil posting

You like that little sense of danger, it makes your pussy drool with just the slightest pressure of my thumb.

I bet you want me to touch you, don't you? Want me to slide my free hand between your legs and explore the mess of slick cum dripping down your thighs.

Maybe I'll gather it up and rub it into your slick cunt, listening to your gasps as your wetness only becomes more evident.

What's wrong baby? Do you need more? Are you needy for daddy's touch?

I'll look right into your eyes while I curl my fingers into your sopping pussy, when your jaw drops to let out a gasp of surprise my my mouth will be there.

I am insatiable, ravenous, starving for you.

I'll dance around your tongue as I probe your cunt with my fingers, letting you moan into my mouth with each thrust.

God, I want to keep kissing you, but you make such pretty noises when my lips are elsewhere.

I want to suck your pink nipples while your hands ball into fists, tugging at my hair as the stimulation becomes too much.

I've never had intimate contact with someone I've loved before you, I genuinely don't understand how to proceed at times. I'm much more self conscious when it comes to pleasing you than I've ever been with anyone else.

I've never craved intimacy or connection like this before. This is all new to me, and I'm constantly worried I'll be too much, scare you away, or just be a stepping stone for you to move on.

I don't know how to tell you my fears, because you've been up front about what this is - and yet, each time we're together it feels different than you say it is.

I signed up to have my heart broken by you, knowing you couldn't commit to me yet, and the more we come to know each other the more worried I get.

As I spend more time loving you, the stress fractures of my heart deepen, growing brittle with each passing day. I need to find a way to temper this glass heart of mine, it's yours and at times I feel you do not want the responsibility.