not CNC like I want it and pretend I dont. CNC like I don't want it, I don't pretend I don't want it, and I let her do it anyway. CNC like I start struggling and she tells me she likes it that way. CNC like she kisses my cheeks when I start crying. CNC like she doesn't want me to want it because she likes the noise and the pain and the way the full-bodied rejection clouds both our minds. CNC like we both know in this moment I hate what she's doing to me, but we also both know I have a safe word and I'm not using it. CNC like my cunt tastes sweeter when it's taken, not given.












