I’ve always been beside myself with the absolutely stupid idea of “playing it cool and not showing how bad you want someone else.”
When I fuckin’ want you, you bet your little ass you will know it. But I want to hear it, in return, every damn day.
And I want to see it, in your physical form, as you ache for the world I have to offer.
So sit over there and touch your pussy and bite your bottom lip like a good girl as I kick off my shoes, unbuckle my belt, and stand before you in a wifebeater tank top and black boxer briefs.
As I walk closer, shift around in anticipation for what you know is coming. Giggle like a little brat so excited for the dozen orgasms that will be a memory in 30 minutes which you still will feel the remnants of tomorrow.
As I near you, reach out and grab this cock as if you are dying for it.
Because Kitten I’m bringing my A-Game to your pretty pink parts so ambitiously you’ll think wonder how you ever lived without me.
Make it known. Want me. Stake your claim.
You’ll know I’ll be claiming you.
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