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I close my eyes and let the fantasy envelop me, already soaked,
I picture you grabbing me by the waist, and bending me over a dark wood table.
I imagine your hands digging into my hips, yanking my dress up over my ass like it offended you.
Cool air on my skin, then the sharp tug of my hair as you wrapped it around your first and pulled my head back, forcing me to arch for you.
“Please,” I’d whisper, voice already shaking.
But you wouldn’t answer with words. Just the thick, blunt head of your cock pressing between my cheeks, gasping at my own desperate wetness. Slow. So fucking slow. You tease me, nudging against my tight ring until I am whimpering, begging, trying to push back onto you like a needy little slut.
Then you would sink into my ass, one merciless inch at a time, stretching me open until I felt like I’d split in half. The burn would make my eyes water, but God, the way it turned into pure bliss when you finally seated yoirself deep inside me… I’d cry out, loud and broken, my nails clawing at the table.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” you growl, voice rough, and that’s when you would start moving.
Slow at first, dragging out and slamming back in, making me feel every single inch. My whole body would jolt forward with each thrust, breasts crushed against the table, hair still twisted in your grip like reins. Faster. Harder. The sound of skin slapping skin filling the room, my moans turning into sobs of yes, please, more.
I’d be dripping down my thighs, clenching around you like I could keep you inside forever, but you would just fuck me harder, hips bruising my ass, cock spearing that spot inside that made stars burst behind my eyes.
And then, right when I was about to shatter, you pull out with a wet, filthy sound and jerk yourself twice, three times, before painting my back in thick, hot stripes. I’d feel it splash across my skin, marking me, claiming me, dripping down the curve of my spine while I trembled and gasped and cum just from the feel of it.
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