It’s so fucking hot to see a woman wreck another woman.
It’s also hot to see the submissive girl take it, for sure, but goddamn do I love seeing the Domme.
I want to shout out “punish her” as words of encouragement to Miss Stay-Away-From-My-Butt, however I am reminded that I am just staring at a laptop on my deck, and my neighbors might finally have confirmation that I am a fucking perv should I shout sexual phrases like I am in some fucked up BDSM Ricola commercial.
So I say nothing. But don’t kid yourself, I am thinking it.
“Go get her”, I mumble in defeat, as I do a Christian-esque middle finger to my neighbors.
I have to admit any threesome experience I may ever have, which probably will happen right after I win the Powerball and Mega Millions in the same week, really should have this accent as a component.
Bring Miss Domme and her giant rubber dick harnessed to her waist. “Would you hand me the rope?”, I say to my new Y-chromosome rich peer, all while you tremble Little One in fear that there is now a competition going on between the two aggressors over who can punish you more.
Not a good place to be for you, Miss Submissive.
Yet for some reason completely unknown to me, I am guessing you are getting wet at the idea that I now have a companion in my mission and you are the focal point. Now I have some sexy lady who I can effectively high-five as we make your holes beat like a drum, throbbing with a heartbeat, as you become soaked when you cum relentlessly.
You are just excited like it is Christmas morning when you imagine our angst all directed at you.
Well, don’t worry because I never lose in competitions, so brace yourself. If you thought I was ambitious before, think again.
Now I have to win.