dimanche, avril 2

when i think of you i touch myself

i was in his apartment for three minutes before i was on my belly on the bed, corset tight around me, hands cuffed behind my back. he tugged at the strings - 'this can stay on for now, but it's gonna come off later. i need to feel your belly against me. i want complete access to your body. this stops me from sucking scratching biting owning you.' he leaned back, cock still buried deep inside me, and slapped my ass, sending tremors all the way up my body. 'did you miss me this week? did you miss getting fucked?' i moaned into the pillow. 'say it.' i missed you. i missed it