Kitten, just sit over there and anticipate what is coming.
Papa’s motor is melting plastic tonight. I am a lit fuse and it’s just a matter of time now before I ignite and set your body ablaze. I don’t always get in this mood, but when I do, I sure thank God that I am.
Raw fuckin’ capital-P Passion coming at you with a fit of frightening anger displayed in beating forehead ready to run you into the ground. On-fuckin’-fire, so hot like Bruno, I’ll make a dragon wanna retire.
Just seeing me like this is getting you scared and wet at the same time — which in and of itself — speaks volumes about the type of woman you are and the type of woman you wished you can always be. You don’t even have the time to ask yourself “how this is possible?” or “why is this so?” — you just brace yourself for impact because you have no choice but to clutch at the heat.
My orgasm counter is starting. You should start to be concerned now.
I’m eating your pussy with a temper as if I hated you, with an unfocused focus so impassioned you will be crawling out of your skin in seconds flat. My internal monologue says, “bring that pussy over here. I’m going to fuckin’ feast on you now.”
My goals are set. I aim for the first round to be marked by no less than five of your orgasms, just from eating you alone.
Don’t believe me? Just watch.
Next, my fingers slide inside you and I drive them straight to your G until I see a few more body spasms course through your body in a kinetic cascade of endorphins across you, fitting as many fingers as I can inside you, stretching you to the brink of comfortability. Pushing back as deep as I can go and punching the underbody of your cervix with my fingertips until you cry out again in orgasmic ecstasy yet again from the internal crushing I am delivering to you in spades.
I’m getting a few with just my digits before I make you gush all over the bed. What’s that up to, eight? Go ahead, laugh — I fuckin’ dare you.
Don’t believe me? Just watch.
I’m hardly even satisfied by this point. Tossing you onto your back with your head off the bed, I thrust my hard cock in your mouth with no regard for the concept of “nice”, reaching my arms across your stomach to finger your pussy and clit with intensity.
I want double digits before I ever break out the toys.
“Toys?”, you say. “Oh shit! Is he serious?”
Yeah — I am. A big black Thunderstick wand on Holy Shit mode while you flood the bed, your thighs, and everything else anywhere near your pussy. How many are we up to now? Can we just stop counting already because I can never keep track of those electrified ones.
Now it’s time for the main event as I feed your overstimulated heavens gate with my thickness. Just because I am a sinister over-accomplisher, a vibe is pushed inside your other hole while two fingers wedge inside your pussy, alongside my cock, and I watch your face as you inevitably succumb to the undeniable mindfuck that is double penetration.
“Cum some more for Daddy, Kitten”, I say with my eyebrow lift. “Come on. Cum a little bit more”. You are almost home now. I know I can steal a few more orgasms from you in this state, so why not keep at it.
What? Don’t believe me?
Tonight you played with fire, little one. Tonight, I’m too hot. Just say my name you know who I am. That’s right, little lady.