Fuck Visa. Fuck MasterCard. Your tender is valid in the form of total submission.
The exchange rate benefits the United States of Me. So ask yourself, “Does the currency you offer really pass muster?”
Show up. Don’t half-ass anything. I want you giving all of you to me because I am giving all of me, to you.
Our night looks like this: I approach you from outside your line of sight. Hands on your waist just long enough to pivot your body and bite your ear as I slide a hand down the front and another down the back. Soon you will be shivering.
Fingering away and making you fight gravity just to stay upright. Legs want to give out but you can’t let them cause I’ll just pick you right back up.
Turning my passion into French kisses with a ferocious tongue against your beautiful clit. Squirm, Kitten, for Daddy.
Pull your put-together flowing hair with a purpose to mess it up. I need to see you disheveled. Fingers pull a fountain out of you.
Foreplay is almost half-over now, Kitten. Legs kicking and arms reaching for anything to set your mind at ease.
Hardness deep in you as I bask in the moment of my pride and ego maxed out as I see another, then another, orgasm flooding from you.