Two-handed, nice and tight pull of her hair and I am gonna build a rhythm in no time. I wonder what it feels like to her. I wonder? I always wonder.
I can’t imaging being restrained in any way.
Her head, stuck in the same position.
Can’t look down.
Can’t look up.
Can’t look left.
Can’t look right.
Can’t seem to have a care in the world either from what I can see.
God damn she looks like a princess, face down, immovable, just taking everything I can give her right in her most sensitive body part and practically begging for it harder.
Women. Wiping me out since birth.