Apr 112013
 

hands

My orgasm is your knee pinning my inner thigh without care of a bruise. Every time you use my hair to position me. When I cannot physically escape you, my mind cums. And again when you slap me.

When you taunt me with words of ownership, giving in, and taking what you want; I’m not shaking from fear. I’m shaking because my brain is finally getting  a hit. It’s kissing the sky, and it doesn’t want to come down.

You can fuck me if you want to. You deserve it.

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