itâs so cute that you think youâre going to dominate me. Is it because youâre a stone top? is it because youâre butch? and people have always treated you that way huh. I can tell that deep down youâre sick of always being the one to make the first move, making all the decisions. It gets boring after a while.Â
you wonât see it coming. youâd never guess based on the way I look. I look soft, like all the women you like, i look nice. your parents would like me. youâll probably think Iâm just being playful at first, when I push myself onto your lap, when your head is firmly pushed into the back of my headboard. Youâll laugh softly in my ear and push me right back. Itâs only when weâre pressed forehead to forehead as i sit on your lap with your strap inside of me that iâll tell you youâre not allowed to touch me until I say so. Weâve established boundaries are important, no? I wonât touch you anywhere you donât like either, donât worry, I donât need to. Itâs not necessary.Â
I know youâre not used to it, though. Youâre always the one doing all the touching. Itâs ok, iâll restrain your hands if you canât behave yourself. I know you can, though, because youâre so good, always good. Just sit back and watch as I use your strap like my personal sex toy, it might as well be suction cupped to my floor, for all i care. I love how desperate you look under me, though, knowing you canât put your calloused hands on my soft hips and control the pace, knowing you canât grab my boobs as they bounce in your face. I bet itâs like torture, huh. I canât help it, your frustrated groans are like music to my ears. I canât help but giggle at the blush on your face, its spreading all the way to your ears. Itâs ok, I wonât tell anyone youâre not as tough as you look. Is this all it takes? To break down your tough exterior? A femme bouncing on your strap? Some pretty moans? The sound my wet pussy makes every time I grind down onto you? Itâs so easy. Touch me once and iâll stop moving, Iâll take my shirt off the floor, and weâll just have to try again next time.Â
After I cum twice Iâll let you hold a vibrator to my clit. Iâll get up and get it, though, youâre still not allowed to do anything but lay there. You look pretty good like that, helpless and flushed in my bed, I have to take a second to stand over you and admire it. I know your hand is shaking because you want to touch me so badly, donât worry, it only adds to the sensation. Only after I cum 3 times will I finally whisper in your ear that you can put your hands on me. Itâll be short lived, though, Iâm too sensitive now, and much more interested in kneeling over you and seeing how far I can put your strap down my throat. I know you can feel the pressure pushing into your clit as it hits the inside of my cheek, the back of my throat, even through the fabric of your underwear. Touching you any more than this isnât necessary to make you shake and beg me to keep going. Only when my jaw hurts will I climb back on top of you and let you really fuck me the way you want to, with your hands gripping my hips so hard it feels like theyâll be bruised in the morning. I want to shove my tongue back in your mouth while itâs covered in my own wetness, freshly licked off the silicone. I bet my eyes rolling back in my head will make you think youâre in control again, like you usually are, but youâre the one whoâs boxers are soaked. Itâs okay, iâll let you think that, as a reward for being such a good boy.Â
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