HappyComeLucky

Fuck, please.

Pushed against the wall, your arm across my back pushing me until I am crushed. I am desperately up on tiptoe with my back arched to make it possible for you to spear me with your cock. My taut calves ache with the strain of trying to be every inch taller so that my aching cunt can have every inch of you. I’ll squeeze my cunt tight as if my next breath depends on making you lose control. I’ll take all that you have got but I’ll still crave more.

Devour me with kisses as you push me onto the bed. Spread my legs so wide that I fear for my hips. Smother me with your weight, push your fingers in my mouth so that my tongue wraps around you as you plunge your cock deep into my cunt. Make each thrust force me to forget who I am, to forget my need to breathe, to forget anything other than my need to be filled by you, be stretched by you. My need to take everything that you give me and to milk every shuddering spurt from you.

Push me down to the floor. My arse up, face down. I’ll arch my back, presenting myself, trying not to mewl to desperately for you. Pull my hair to tilt my head, forcing me to see myself in that mirror. Feel my visceral need as you hold yourself with your tip just touching my pulsating cunt. I’ll try to be good, but my words will change from a needy  please to a blisteringly voracious desperation. I need your cock in me. I need you to fill me. I need you to take me as deep and as hard, deeper and harder than my body can. I need you to make me fit you. When you drive your cock against my cervix, my mind explodes and I become solely your cunt, my universe is the flooding waves of sensation. It’s too much. It’s everything. It’s total desperation. It’s my absolute heaven.