Control…
You’re so quiet…
in control of Your emotions and lust.
Choosing to veil and mute
and not show Your animal to me.
The distance allows this…
Lets You pick and choose what You reveal.
Allows You to hide what You feel…
or not be visibly touched by passion and need.
…*rips open Your blouse*…
…*tongue and lips and teeth travel down Your neck and chest… onto Your breasts*…
I’ve never been quiet about my need, Love
Nor my raw desire and lust for You.
When I say I want to tackle You…I mean I want to throw You the fuck down and violate You.
…*nuzzles and teases Your breasts and nipples…my hands helping Your skirt fall to the floor*…
My animal needs Your animal…
…*my hands slide into Your panties, over Your ass, grabs the flimsy material and makes it fall to Your ankles*…
Can You take me kneeling before You my Goddess?
Worshiping You with my hands and mouth as I slide down Your quivering flesh
…no longer hidden from me.
…*shoves Your legs apart and buries my face in Your already wet pussy…making You gasp with pleasure and need as my tongue hits Your engorged clit*…
I’ll savour later…for now I need to feel You lose control as…
…*My tongue licks, mouth sucks, fingers play, orchestrates Your pleasure to a fever pitch of exploding passion… making You a trembling, contracting, screaming, gasping, intensely orgasmic puddle of incoherent woman…pouring Your juices over me as I fill myself with You…all of You*…
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