When I say you're positively vulpine, what I mean is that you're gonna scream, and claw and buck like a vixen once I'm mounted deep in that tight little hole if yours, slamming inside of you with all the force and determination I can muster
"Getting overexcited watching that big hard cock disappearing repeatedly into your pussy, slamming your guts as it gets ready to seed you?"
"Flip yourself around then, mount yourself on that big dildo that I fixed to the back of my desk. Ride yourself feral on it whilst your panty little face protrudes by my legs and I have you clean your own cunt juice off my fingers while you cum so hard on it, willing it to flood your womb as you watch my cock grow, bulging in my trousers, inches from your face?"
"In fact, little mutt, in this frame of mind you don't even need that dildo to make you cum do you? Just having me hold that head as I slam my cock down your throat is all it's going to take to have you furiously bucking and shaking as you anticipate how forcefully I'm going to cum in you."
@8847b20e I do hope you're not suggesting that I surreptitiously warmed myself up in your mouth, and said drool spot is actually precum that you have been inadvertently rubbing your face in?
The dream is so vivid, you feel your body, grinding against the covers, you can feel the warm wet patch of drool on your pillow that your cheek is pressed against, your pussy feels so alive and sensitive, your hand travels, purely powered by muscle memory, towards your clit.
As you lift your body to rub yourself, the realisation dawns, this is not a dream, you're weighted down, he's fucking you. Instead of rubbing your clit, you reach down, grab his balls, so heavy, sweaty, as they slap against you. Is it because he's been pounding away, is it because this feels so deliciously dirty? Whatever it is, you're whimpering, bucking, "fuck me...please" you beg him, grabbing a tit with your spare hand, orgasming instantly, crying now, "cum in me!".
@7f148452 with care to the point of delivery, or maybe just until they've thoroughly assessed your proportions and can really throw you around with abandon?
@db062807 instantly creates a language of dependency, arousing the need for reassurance that it is actually cute, and good behaviour, irrespective of, or maybe in part because of, the insecurity it creates
It's Friday, time to wear your shortest skirt and crotchless knickers, then spend all day teasing yourself with the thought that all it would take is for you to arch your back and thrust back your hips, and they could be balls deep in you within seconds
@cf7a4d58 well, if orgasms were to be allowed, then a remote control vibe taped to the cage could be a fun way to administer them, particularly when you never know when you may have no alternative but to make a mess?
He was always so dominant when he fucked her, so it was shocking to see him on his back, legs up, soft-cocked, as she penetrated him. His arousal was plain to see: his head coated in sticky precum, ropes of it dribbling out of him, his lips ajar, his eyes wide, hungry and intoxicated.
His usual growls has been replaced by whimpers and moans, the pitch of his voice had raised a full octave as he begged for it. His hands reached up needily, grabbing a tit as he bucked his hips, or squeezing her arse as she fucked him, absolutely in heat.
She couldn't help but spit in his mouth as he lay there taking it, and he greedily swallowed it as he mumbled "please". She felt him start to shake, and she held his cock loosely in her hand, he'd hardened a little, but was still flaccid.
"Good boy, that's right, cum all over it", she instructed, as he thrashed around and she felt those thick ropes of cum start to splash out of him, coating his belly, and hers.
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"Getting overexcited watching that big hard cock disappearing repeatedly into your pussy, slamming your guts as it gets ready to seed you?"
"Flip yourself around then, mount yourself on that big dildo that I fixed to the back of my desk. Ride yourself feral on it whilst your panty little face protrudes by my legs and I have you clean your own cunt juice off my fingers while you cum so hard on it, willing it to flood your womb as you watch my cock grow, bulging in my trousers, inches from your face?"
@33052a52 this is absolute not sounding conducive to deadline meeting, unless maybe you imagine your prospective partner waiting in the bathroom, only to appear and make proper use of you once you hit the send button on those worktasks?
@33052a52 Can you not, at the very least, carve out a few moments to craft some delicious lines that float through your mind all afternoon long, and keep you sticky and aroused as you play them, on loop, for the rest of the day?
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