A well-timed yank of your pretty hair soaks your little panties just thinking about it, doesn’t it?
What, No? Not sold so easily? Gonna make Mr. Blog work for this one, aren’t you?
Well, let’s fix this problem real quick, Miss Sahara.
Have you ever thought – I mean really thought – what it is about getting that hair yanked is so fucking hot? What is it about this that sends you into orbit, during a moment while you already are in bliss, with a hard cock deep inside you, and the world just already couldn’t seem better?
Then comes the yank. The grab at your hair and a nice tug pulling you back toward our body.
A harder thrust inside you from the leverage we gain by pulling you closer to us.
I have a theory, but you probably already guessed that, didn’t you Miss Getting Wetter.
I have a theory, that it’s that moment when you think you have a reached a state of equilibrium, all to be reminded that you are not in control in any way about what is happening to you.
That you are…
Your submissive mind gets a wake-up call and suddenly the combination of a little pain and some nonverbal communication tells you that you are his.
Kitten – you are mine.
And I am taking you, right here, right now, and according to my rules and my timeline.
So just bend over and feel me inside you and wait for it. Keep on waiting. Keep on. You ask yourself, “is it coming?” You keep asking yourself this.
I know it. You know it.
Nope. Keep on waiting.
Just when you give up and change your thought process and start to feel that orgasm start to build. Just when you think about something else, I see it, and…