Oh. It's like that, huh? You want me to take control? You want me to take what I want? You need to tell me these things, you know. You need to tell me it's okay to get a little rough with you. That you like it when I tug your shirt up and pinch your tits a little too hard, when I suck and bite and leave marks all down your neck and your chest. That you want me to hold you down and force your legs open and slap your pussy until my hand comes away wet. That you like it when I grab your cheeks and force your mouth open and spit, that you'll leave your mouth hanging open to take my fingers or whatever else I want to watch you suck. You want to be moved around like a little doll however I think you'll look even prettier, want me to hitch one of your legs over my shoulder and hold it there so I can watch you open up and take me, so I can watch you get my dick wet and tell you what a perfect little hole you are, how you were made to be used just like this. You want me to keep going until I've had enough of you, as if I ever could. Is that how it is? Is that how you want it? Well. You just need to tell me.
