I think about you pinning me down and taunting me like prey, my legs spread apart by the pressure of yours. You taunt me with your fingers, your breath, your words. You have me wrapped around your little finger. You tear off my dress and expose my breasts and pinch them and dig your fingers in. You tear off my underwear and expose my cunt, already quivering. You tell me to open my mouth and force your fingers down my throat. I take them eagerly. I close my eyes but you tell me to look at you, and I do, reverently, hungrily, moaning softly. When you take your fingers away, you kiss my exhausted lips.
Two of your fingers force their way into my cunt and I whine. You start to fuck me with them and I can’t stop, and you wrap your other hand around my throat, forcing me to stay still and surrender to you. My eyes roll into the back of my head. The edges of my brain start to go hazy. All I know is the way you’re looking at me, the way you’re fucking me, the way you have complete control over me, and how much you’re enjoying watching me lose control. You tell me to ask when I want to come and I do. I beg. Please, please may I come?