She…

She, just wants to make it make sense. Why are we always naked in the face of sex. In her head I’m everything she needs. It seems she gets more pleasure when she’s on her knees. She, plays with the visual in her thoughts that refuse to stop. Quietly lurking with such a distasteful crave as she takes too. She, likes to be watched and desires her some me. But I’m locked away behind my eyes as she fucks me in her daydreams. She’s always wet when I cross her mind. Forcing the pulse in her chest to catch up to mine. She, knows I wanna treat her like a bad girl and taste her after she’s came. As she tells me, she likes horses, when she rides my face. Although these are just images running through her head. Sweet nibbles getting their fix in her lovely bed. She, is an untamed perversion just wanting to be touched. With my hand on her throat as her kitty gets stuffed. She’s a good girl gone bad and luv’s how I make her feel. And we’ve never even landed flush as of yet as I know her fantasies are real. She, needs a big fella with a kink that won’t quit. And she’s zoned in on me sucking on her clit. As naughty as hormones enjoy the satisfaction of being devoured. She, wants to be put to use as the night collects the moonlit hours. Deep within her there’s a fetish within her that’s chosen me. A playful lil incurable need that begs me to makes it hard for her to breathe. She, wants to be in and outta conscience as the beast in me savagely pleases her like a demented whore. There’s just nothing more erotic she wants than what pulsates from her core. Creating a throbbing down in between her legs and craves my help . She, defies traditional orgasms bcuz they’re too shallow to be truly felt. She’s nasty asf. Willing to do whatever it is I want. She, awaits for me to speak of her ownership dripping from my lips. She’s decided to be tied up and bent over as the perfection in such she’s determined to live. Flaunting her body in creative maneuverings to excite my attention. As she whispers hope she thinks about me fuckin her in both dimensions. From her curiosities to reality, her scope has me targeted. She can feel her tongue on my flesh as I’ve already been harvested. It’s just a matter of time until she’s done pretending we’re chained to the back of her mind. Even though I myself like it when her walls have been climbed. She grows her own insanity just so her juices begin to flow. She, can’t be left alone. That’s when she comes undone. Submitting to me mentally, the girl just wants to be taken and fucked. To bow down with her mouth open in a sinister way. She, gets off from the pain. From the girth stretching her out. She, whimpers unbelievable sounds. A true piece of work that’s been perfected to satisfaction. She, caters to the attraction. To the firmness of my grasp. She, just wants the feeling to last. With her fingertips feeling their way around under her panties. She, cums to the illusion of us, I believe she understands me. Coming out to mingle is her twist with her nipples exposed. Listening to the walls echo with the moans. Just to hear herself rip loose. Escaping self respect that provokes the simulation of the mood. She, claims I’m her free time. Her down time when she’s redefined. When she’s allowed to masterbate when no one’s looking. She obsesses of the warmth of my cock unloading that cream filled pudding. Her secret is to wear me. Her fetish insists on being my freak. She, knows she’s beautiful exactly the way she is. Bared in the nude until she’s excused. Tamed. As that waltz she has walks away…