If you don’t already have me figured out, I have certain requirements when we fuck. First off, I don’t want it unless it’s raw. And nothing gets me more motivated to beg for a stiff, hard cock in my face. You can put it in my mouth, in my ass, or in my pussy. I don’t really care. I just need it when I need it.

I remember when we first started fucking, and I wasn’t sure if you were adequate of not. I kept staring at your package, trying not to make it obvious how obsessed I was with the size. You can imagine the relief I felt when I found out you were packing a thick, stiff, long cock in those pants of yours. I think I even smiled when I first saw it, almost letting out a huge sigh of relief. If you only knew what I would have done had you not passed my test. I would have dropped you so fast, it’s true. This is the cocky part of me, the part that I don’t show to the world. They’d think I was being petty.