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Monday

He wasn’t having a good night, in fact he stormed off to another room whilst ranting & raving, like that’s going to relieve his big swollen nuts, all because he won’t tell me what he wants from me, whilst acting like he doesn’t give a fuck.

Other than, his big hard indecisions invading all my tight confined spaces, and it’s all fun & games until someone gets hurt, and I’m convinced he craves being exposed with nothing on, save his big rock hard notions.

Deep down, he wants me to use his cock for my own perverted pleasures, and I derive pleasure from watching the way he penetrates me as my naked tight wet cunt kisses his cock, several times a day.

I don’t know whether I want him naked & vulnerable, donning his big hard throbbing pride, whilst I jam my hot pink lace knickers in his gorgeous mouth just so he can shut the fuck up, and breathe deeper, whilst I blindfold & cuff him to the chair just so I can torture him ever so sweetly with my dirty little red hot mouth.

Until my mouth is firmly sealed around the entire length & width of him, before sliding up & down his shaft, just to make him lose his mind before making him eat my bare naked cunt as I stand tilted at the hips in front of his face whilst peeling myself open like a juicy peach that needs to be devoured, until I gush upon his lips.

Maybe, he wants me to whip his bare arse with a crop until it hurts so good, and he has tears in his eyes, the way he makes my heart sting. If he’s compliant, I might kiss his arse better after drawing red welts upon the surface of his godly flesh.

I don’t know whether I wanna straddle him, and grind him hard & deep until it hurts so good whilst tilting his head back by gripping a handful of his hair, just so I can run my lips across his flesh whilst covering his neck in love bites until a reaction escapes his moody little mouth, before kissing the x spot better, and licking the side of his face until my tongue invades his mouth.

He likes to think he’s in control of the narrative until he realises that the only reason he can fuck me the way he does is because I love him, and his pain & misery is solely reserved for me.
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