It’s the way you kneel and breathe into my throb, how you don’t resist the blindfold, but let me steal your arms and bind them, like your ankles. Arched like a tensed bow, your tits perk like needing nestlings.

The way you let your lips meet mine in your darkness, how your hips meet my fingers when I fuck you, and have your cunt bleeding need.

The way you part your lips for me. The way you receive my shove. The way your throat opens. The way I intend to cum so deep, you don’t swallow. Just receive.

Good Girl.