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Thinking about handling him like the slut he is. Down on his knees, my hand between his shoulders pushing him face-down and my other gripping on his hips. Tracing my nails along his spine to bring both my hands down to his hips and pulling him into me. How absolutely fragile he looks from this angle, how easily I could split him in two, how I'm going to later. My nails digging deeper into the most sensitive and tender flesh, my strap rubs against his ass as he whimpers, not yet letting on how much he's leaking from the anticipation alone

only thing cuffed this season is my jeans

I miss kissing girls. I think kissing a girl would cure my anxiety

Nothing turns me on more than taking kinks from "never in my life" to "for you, anything." watching someone break down their own internal barriers to let me have at them in a way that nobody else has had a chance to touch, tearing you open and inverting your desires simply out of your need to please me