I can tell you anything? Anything in the world? Anything?
How about this: Sometimes I like to
fantasize about laying on my stomach with my ass perched up just enough
so that you can fuck me from behind. You're holding my hips and
slamming into me. I'm leaning on my forearms and gripping the sheets,
and you're fucking me deeper and deeper. I put one hand down between my
legs to rub my clit hard, pushing back against you. Sometimes you grab
my hair and turn my head to spit on my face, and then you turn my head
back down into the bed. You cum inside me, hard, grinding your cock into
my pussy, making sure that every time you explode, I am filled. Then you turn me over and make me rub my clit and finger
myself for you. You watch as your cum coats my fingers and I keep shoving
them back in, forcing every single drop I can deeper into my cunt. You hold my legs
open, pressing them down, knowing it probably hurts a bit, until I cum
for you, one hand on my clit, one hand fucking myself, covered in my cum
and yours.
Sometimes.
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