Wanton desire

Or would he be the rough, ready and nasty type, the kind that’s caring and protective on the outside, but once in bed he would gladly bend me over pulling my hair back, ***** me hard and fast while whispering in my ear how I was his to **** whenever and however he wanted.
Both sound so good, I must admit I’m a little twisted when it comes to sex, sometimes I long for sensual love making and mutual gratification, but then other times I just to be taken and tell me I’m there’s to own and **** and be dominated. Oh god yeah that would be so good. At that very moment the latter would win, having him **** me hard and tell me that this ***** was his.

oh god I was on the verge but not allowing myself to come denying myself the pleasure, teasing my ***** some more, mmmmm id love him to be here and take me from behind and **** me hard and fast making my body his… with this thought I began to **** myself harder and faster, I’m squirming around on my bed, one hand pulling at my aching hard nipples and the other working the rabbit, pushing into my pulsing *****, wave after wave of pure pleasure washes over me like a tidal wave, my legs tighten, they begin to tremble, I long to draw them together keep it all in, enclose this sensation that’s burning and building in between my legs but I know its better if I leave them open as it gives me a sense of denial making me squirm so bad but i loved it.