844-332-2639 ext. 205
Your cock, is mine, pet. There’s few things in life I like better then fucking. It’s my ultimate little pleasure, better then anything in the world because no matter if I’m domineering and leering over someone squirming, helpless and bound, or someone with their fingers wrapped around my throat and another one lifting my leg…I know I’m always in control.
That’s the thing really. Your cock, if its the fucking best dick in the world or something that would get mistaken for a particularly pathetic earthworm isn’t the magic wand. It’s just the key. My fucking key. To use for my fucking needs.
It’s not romantic. Of course it’s not love. It’s not even chemical. Your cock exists to please me, a tool. you’ll get pleasure, of course, because I’m a fucking perfectionist and I demand that anyone I fuck with cums before I’m done, if they want to or not. Your cock isn’t going to be able to possibly resist me.
But in the end, the biggest thing that gets me off….is that I control your cock. Own it. And use it…and there’s nothing you can do about it. And after a few minutes with me, you’re not going to want to. You’re going to be addicted to every second of your time with me, and you’re going to want to seek it out.
I’m sure it doesn’t matter much to you. You’re going to cum, and like any man I’m sure you know your role, and place. And once you’ve found it, you’re going to lay there. And beg me for more. Of course as well, there always is going to be more to be more, too, bitch. You’re going to hunger for every second of the desire and I’m going to drown you in it.
Austra
844-332-2639 ext. 205