Bad Girl

Curvaceous, good gracious, my body’s flirtatious and I’m burning my image in your mind like tenacious. I tease with such ease like a hand on the trigger, one touch and you’ll shoot from your gun that’s now rigor. Oh how I can feel your body shaking, trembling from all the teasing you’re facing. And to make matters worse, I’ll sit on your lap, and kiss your lips forcibly; around your waist my legs wrap. Tiny ringlet shapes, I trace on your pecs, as I whisper in your ear: you ain’t seen nothing yet. A soft trail of kisses from your neck to your ear, a gentle bite on the lobe makes you switch gears. Your masculine hands dig into my feminine waist, making me gasp, since you moved with such haste. Quickly you pinned me against the wall, a bite on my lips and my neck now I’ve gone, and melted into your arms, eyes locked on a gaze that shows you mean harm in this game that we play. On the bed, on my back with your hand in my hair leaving marks on my neck and your fingers on skin that’s now bare. Soft moans and twitches from your circular motion, the faster you move, the louder my commotion. Put me in the position, to make me regret what I say but I’d say it all over cause the feels so great. Choke while you stroke, leave me gasping for air, that your kiss will provide from the passion we share. Now on my chest, bent over the bed’s frame, your grip on my hips as you thrust igniting my flame. My hand fly’s back, pushing on your abs, you laugh, and say: thanks for giving me something to grab. Both my hands held back with such restraint, no choice but to take the pounding of your constraint. Screaming, shuddering, shaking moaning, all caused by your rough yet tender loving. Sheet gripping, back scratching, lip biting, hair snatching, all started by my actions that has caused this dispatching. “Say my name, wear it out, and let me drive you insane because when you wake up I don’t want you to look at me the same”. So close to the edge, I can’t take anymore, as I cum, I moan loudly as you keep giving more. Guessing my arch and point was right, as you climax, you start to come down from your height. he circles his fingers on my back in little swirls, he loves when i become a bad girl.