My role is leader. Your role is taker. We can leave the fake prostitute, pretend librarian shit behind.
I want your holes and I want them hard.
So buckle up, Kitty Cat, cause Papa is make you feel me for the next few days.
Your jaw is gonna hurt, a bit, when you bite down on that sandwich tomorrow.
When you walk into the store, you are gonna feel a little sore with each stride as your lips move and your clit bumps against the inseam on your jeans.
Your ass is gonna tinge just a bit when you sit down.
You are gonna remember me.
Everywhere. You. Go.
You are going to remember how I felt inside you. How my face looked. The sweat that beaded up on my forehead as I gave you the best part of me.
You will smell my scent when you least expect it.
You will get wet thinking about it, in the most inopportune time.
You are going to love your role.