Prove to me that your’e worthy. Bare yourself. Fall to your knees. Open your mouth and let me feel the desire on the tip of your tongue. Pass it over my body. If it pleases me, I’ll let you worship it. I’ll let you worship me. Maybe I’ll even take you on as a disciple.
As I grind into you nice and slow and you feel me fill your body up, I’ll grip you by your neck and growl into your ear:
"This is me being nice. This is me being gentle. This is me warming you up. But we both know that whores like you don’t deserve nice and gentle all the time. Do you?"
Your lip quivers. Your eyes go wide. “N—-nooo?” You say, and I can hear your voice tremble.
I chuckle a little bit. And then? I start to pound.
Greedy little cunt. I see what you’re doing. It’s not enough that I’m nailing your pussy to this table while I grip you by your fucking hair. You’re playing with your ass now, aren’t you? I see it. I know you want to get double stuffed, don’t you? I’m going to grab the biggest toy I can find and fuck your two end holes until you can’t tell one apart from the other. You asked for it, slut.
Gonna pin your legs behind your back, slap your face and grip you by your fucking face, peeling your cheeks apart with my fingers and slamming your body into mine as I hammer all my anger deep into your bruising insides.
I love looking at your slut face as I pull it apart —- as I fuck you apart. You look so defeated this way. Just as you should.