Smash Mouth me.
Put that beautiful wet flower on my face and ride it like you are trying to fucking kill me with your pussy.
Cum. Do it!
Some people say this is fem domme. Whatever. I think getting my butt hammered by a chick in leather with a strap-on possessing an evil giggle looks a lot different than eating pussy on my back.
Who knows, maybe I’m wrong. I’m not the Secretary of Rough Ding-Dong play, as some of the FetLife idiots who obviously own all that is holy about what is and what isn’t BDSM. I just run a blog; “I ain’t the sharpest tool in the shed.”
You see what I did there? Smash Mouth. Lyrics. Pretty good, right? But I digress from the self-pat on the back.
All aboard, cupcake. Smash Mouth me. Put that beautiful pink bean right on my schnoz and rub those lips over my mouth and make your pretty little pussy cum. That’s it. Air is overrated.
You can be such a good girl when you want to be.