looooove when a pretty femme is ALLL TALK. i mean super forward in texts, making eyes at you at dinner, yapping about all her favorite things while she holds your hand.
and then she can’t even form a sentence when you’re finally inside of her slowly taking her apart. cant even beg for what she wants.
“Awww poor baby. Look at you. Look how wet you got from just a couple touches. Awww don’t be shy now, princess. Oooh, soooo noisy. I’ve got you. Thank you for letting me see you like this.”

















