presumably-in-no-kuntrol: I want to moan for you. Will you let me? Please? I close my eyes, im
presumably-in-no-kuntrol: I want to moan for you. Will you let me? Please? I close my eyes, imagining you here, watching over me as I explore my flesh, for you. I want to share the intimacy of my arousal, for you to watch as my body covers in little beads of sweat all while my hips buck and my back arches. I hope for you to enjoy the sounds escaping my lips, some soft, others primal, guttural as though I were being ripped apart. Will you stay close, caress my neck, fingers dancing upon my flesh as I toss, as I thrust, as I bring myself to release, coating my fingers in a shiny mess only to suckle from them, drinking my taste, staining my tongue with my scent. Will you play with me after my body is spent, after you have heard all that is buried within? Will my whimpers and desperate cries of wanting fill you with desire to feed? Oh how I hope so. Even in my dreams I beg for your touch -- source link