My perfect, sculpted ass owns you—taunting, teasing, making you ache. You crave the weight of it, the heat, the power, but you’ll never have it. All you can do is stroke your pathetic desperation and send, over and over, knowing you exist only to fun
You really thought I didn't wanna you? Look at how my hand won't leave your skin. You're warm, soft, trembling....you were such a good girl tonight. Let me hold you just a little longer
