theres something so special about fucking a sweet girl so relentlessly that she begs me to slow down, telling me that its too much and that she cant take it, and yet she never uses her safeword. i always remind her of it, ask her directly if she needs a break, but she never does. she likes being pushed, and i prey on that side of her: the side that takes over when i bring her right to the edge, force her to look me in the eyes and be honest about just how much she likes it when i ruin her like this. i love how red her cheeks get, the way her eyes well with tears when i chastise her for how desperate she is to make me proud. i fucking love how easy it can be to break a sweet thing into being just as depraved as i am.
Oh I’m starving..








