Crrazy chick

I know it's wrong *thrust*

"let me see how wet you got overnight, baby." cooed softly at you. not wanting to startle you. just wanting to take care of you.

feeling you already slick under my fingers. my movements careful.

watching you stir slightly. a small sleepy sound. not fully there yet.

pressing a kiss to your shoulder while my fingers stay gentle. "i've got you." murmured against your skin. "just let me take care of you. go back to sleep if you want."

you making a small sound. hips shifting toward my hand instinctively before you've even decided to.

"there you go." so fond. pressing two fingers inside slow while you're still halfway in a dream. feeling you clench around me immediately, your body knowing exactly what it wants even when your brain hasn't caught up yet.

a soft moan slipping out of you. eyes still closed. still not fully conscious.

"so wet already." pressing a kiss to the back of your neck. "you're always so warm and ready like this in the morning."

touching you so slowly. no urgency. no rush. just taking care of you properly before the day starts. before anything else gets to have you.

feeling you start to wake up more properly now. consciousness coming back slowly.

"morning, baby." against your hair.

"morning." barely audible. voice thick with sleep.

"you're so beautiful right now." meaning it completely. fingers still moving gentle and slow. "did you sleep okay?"

a small nod. hips starting to move slightly now that you're more aware of what's happening.

"good." pressing a kiss to your cheek. "i've got you. just feel good for me."

working you slow and steady. learning exactly where you need it this morning. the way you always need it a little different when you're like this. softer. more careful. finding that spot and staying there.

feeling you get warmer around my fingers. wetter. your breathing changing from sleep-slow to something needier.

"there she is." murmured against your hair. "good morning."

a soft broken sound. hips rolling now, properly, following my fingers without thinking about it. body completely ahead of your brain still.

curling my fingers slightly. feeling you gasp.

"i know." pressing another kiss to your shoulder. "i know baby. i've got you."

your hand finding mine weakly. needing something to hold onto.

working you so patiently. so carefully. the way you like it when you're still this soft and warm and barely here. the way that makes everything more intense somehow. more tender.

feeling you get closer. your body doing it on its own. hips rocking slow and steady. breathing getting quieter, more concentrated.

no warning.

watching your whole body tightening around my fingers all at once, a soft desperate sound slipping out of you, your hips stuttering forward, pressing deeper onto my hand before you've even processed what's happening.

"oh—" barely audible. surprised by your own body.

keeping the same slow steady pressure through every single wave of it. feeling you clench around my fingers.

feeling your grip on my hand tighten and then slowly loosen.

your breathing going soft again. settling.

pressing a long kiss to the back of your neck.

"you did so good, baby." so warm. so fond.

you making a small sound. too dazed for words yet.

keeping my fingers right where they are for a little longer. not moving.

"you didn't even see it coming did you?" i tease.

a sleepy embarrassed sound.

I never tell you outright to change. I don't even criticize. I simply give or withhold praise.

"I like that color on you"

"I like that softer eyeliner"

"That shorter hem makes your legs look amazing"

"your tits look great from that angle"

"I love when you do that with your tongue"

Over years your wardrobe turns over into only things I like. your hair is grown and styled to My preference. your piercings and tattoos are in places and of things I prefer. your movements in bed are all orbiting the ways that you can please Me best.

I don't need to force you. Force has its place but it's barbaric and it's temporary.

No, to permanently take what I want from you, I just course correct your mind a fraction of a degree at a time. Imperceptible, until one day you no longer see who you used to be.

a good way to train a girl is by neglecting her cunt and only using their mouth and ass :3

With that good rhythm

smash cut to me thirty minutes later, face down ass up with a cob of corn stuffed in and out of my pussy while you shove grape after grape into my tight asshole.

There are office sluts, spaced around the work environment evenly, kept in a cage until they are needed to keep them out of the way. In restaurants you will find several sluts sat under the tables or sat on the bar waiting to be beckoned over. And every server is a barely clothed bimbo, for touching and looking imbetween your courses. You’ll even find a toilet slut in the bathrooms at every establishment, ready to willingly accept your piss with an open mouth.

There is a minimum amount needed in every area of life; one slut per each mode of transport; one in every bus, one in each train carriage, even one sat in the back of a taxi. At any part in the day, you can abuse a set of willing holes or demand to be serviced while doing a task. With some of these sluts being more obliging than others, but that's okay, it's their job! So just grab a handful of hair and give them some convincing by pushing them down onto your cock, with your balls nestled against their chin.