so-much-to-play-with: This moment where she’s objectified. I shouldn’t need anything but
so-much-to-play-with: This moment where she’s objectified. I shouldn’t need anything but her being still and doing as she’s told. I shouldn’t expect her to gain anything from it, I shouldn’t even try. It’s mine. I’ve made sure we shared enough before this moment. Battled until she was exhausted, her legs shaking and thighs drenched. I didn’t spare neither her no I, sweating and out of breath. Gripping and clawing on her flesh as she was mine and all I wanted. I heard her scream if she wanted to. Made her hush on command. Until that moment. She knows her place, she knows how to behave, how to present herself for that moment. She’s still panting, mouth open, eyes switching between my eyes and my sex. She corrects her posture, holding her breasts in place without being told. Because knowing I like it is enough. Because she knows me completely. Because she is my good girl. Because, when cum flows on her face, she smiles… It’s not only my moment, but ours, after all. -- source link