There is just something inside me that requires a little more than most men.
This might scare you. Sometimes I hope it does.
The reality is, I need you to question whether or not what you are doing for me is right or wrong – then get to the point where you say “fuck it”.
I expect you to bend over, pull your panties down, present your kitty to me – in full view of a glass window for everyone to see – as I pound your kitty in the hotel overlooking whatever city we decide to be in.
I want people to see your face from the street as you cum with my cock inside you. I want you to leave the blinds open, as the office across the street sees your naked body and wonders if they know you. I want to see them react, as I know your pussy is beating like a drum, full of my cum, as you lay there on the bed.
When we leave, I want you to suck the remnants of your wetness that dried on me off of my cock as I drive away. I want somebody to see you do it. I want to look up, look at them, smile, and then keep sucking my cock.
I want you to leave your panties on the floorboard as we go out to dinner. I want you to sit, bare ass, on my hand as I put a finger inside you as I tell the waiter what you will be having, because I will order for you, because I already know what you like.
So, Kitten. As the next moment draws closer between us – I want you to think about how risky you can be.
Bring me my exhibitionist.
I need her.