statuesque, ravenous, built to last

Jeg beskriver mig selv som

all I can do is imagine your body pressed against mine. Your hot breath in my ear as you take me. Your big hands pulling down my thong ur tongue on my puckered....and then when I try to protest, you silence me by firmly guiding my mouth to your...then I wake shaking from hunger and muscle memory of lying there... from the tactile memory of being taken by force, made to swallow, then serve again and again..and then begging for more.... then u scorn me and tell me to just li there on all fours, before long I can feel eyes upon me, the back door slides open, but its not our scent, whomever it is starts affixing a collar round my neck....there's more... I need the fantasy to come true, make it so I really can smell u.

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Scorpio