Be low, if you wish, but tell me how it feels at the very least. Like the idea of fucking your dressing room while a crowd awaits at the table. Is it not the sweetest thrill? We are on the roof, mayhaps a nosy neighbor can see us from a window across the street.
I did. I love making you my canvas. You are an instrument that I play with the dirtiest gusto.
if she takes care of his needs, yes she can!
I'm strocking myself over my underwear and burying my face in the pillow, pretending it's your chest.
she will need to work up to it, but she will
Pretending it’s my breasts? You left so many marks on them last time.
no subject
I did. I love making you my canvas. You are an instrument that I play with the dirtiest gusto.
no subject
I like when you mark me, claim me as your own.