Key’s make up
Tell me, have you ever had the pleasure of waking up to someone who adores you making passionate love to you? Let me illustrate it for you, beautiful. You’re body is already so sensitive, imagine how it’d be when you’re sleeping. Thing about how your entrance already clenches around me on it’s own, then think of how your sleeping body would tighten at the currently unknown intrusion. And I’d be so quiet, burying my face into your shoulder despite how much I just want to lose control at the moment, at the feeling of your body against mine, of my thick need throbbing against your tight entrance. And you’d stir, of course you would, how could you not? But it’s not over yet, it’s far from over. Because it’s not enough for me to just be inside you, I want to be deep, so deep that those tight walls of yours contract around me, trying to push my need out because it’s too deep, but we both love it. I know you do, as if your indications of ‘Deeper, I need you deeper’ weren’t enough. I want to pound right into your sweet spot, so hard that your entire day is spent in our bed, with the smell of our sexual actions lingering around you. Now, I know you’re body is still in shock, you woke up to a hardened cock deep inside you, but I’m not bound to show you much mercy. You get a kick out of that, I’m sure. And so, without so much as a warning, I’d be thrusting into you so hard that your body would be close to the edge of the bed from the impact. And it doesn’t take me long to fine that spot, you and I both know that. But you’re not allowed to moan. I want to keep this desperate, like we’re two high school lovers fucking on top of the teacher’s desk. I want your entire body to be elated for the rest of the day, and I know I can be the one to do that for you…
So how about we go to bed, gorgeous?
You love me~? I don’t remember. Who are you?
Out for blood.
This is why I don’t roleplay anymore.