i can't stop thinking about fucking a power bottom, tellling me to go faster and harder, getting me all worked up. just for him to tell me to suddenly slow down. I'm whining, wanting to rut faster into him but im not allowed. when my hips naturally pic up the pace he yanks on the leash reminding me to slow down. I can't help but bite into him, hard, to let out my pent up frustration. good boys don't bite, so he has to muzzle me. i continue fucking him slow, as he tugs on my leash to remind me to do so, whimpering and whining through the muzzle wishing i could rut faster.
anyways yeah just a thought















