#raaagh

I need to make out with Kurt Wagner crazy style. Tongues out, gulping down saliva like mad dogs, breaths hot against each other's faces, and moans so loud they quiver, caught between our mouths, almost a palpable thing begging to be bitten. I need his teeth clanking against mine, catching on my lower lip; need the fur on his neck ruffled, hairs standing on end as if electrified by the sheer passion buzzing under his skin; need his hands under my shirt, nails scraping along the underside of my breasts, while my knee presses into his heavy, leaking cock — and I need it now.