I Don’t Just Fuck. I Leave Echoes.
In the comfort of the sheets, a new world was discovered.
The second I read this, my pulse slowed— Not from calm, But from focus. You painted a picture so vivid, babygirl, My hands instinctively clenched into your hips in my mind. Tits bouncing? I’d hold them in place with my mouth— Tongue tracing sweat, Teeth catching nipples swollen and begging. Each bounce a rhythm I set, Driving up into your slick heat While your soaked pussy milks me With every needy grind. You call yoursel...