just writing what i wish someone would do to me;) might continue.
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She comes into his room. She knows this is a bad idea, that common convention dictates he can never touch her, but it was either agree to his little game or let him take her.
Six feet. Only seventy-two inches between his cock and her pussy, and only his word that he won’t cross the room and break her sweet little body in two.
He is seated in the armchair in the corner of the room, watching her as she carefully paces to the bed. His mock-disinterested expression is juxtaposed with the heat in his eyes, the way he relaxes against the deep red cushions, the way his legs are splayed open lazily.
The way his fingers are dragging up and down his cock. It’s larger than she expected, wonders if she’d fit, how good it might feel to split herself in half on that leaking tip…No. That’s not what she’s here for.