You’re my Anna Karenina. I am Count Vronsky. Once I get my hands on you, you will forget all about everything else. I present everything you yearn for.
A kiss, to set your knees on fire. A lick, to wipe you out. Constant gratification. Constant bliss.
A face, between your legs working diligently to see a shaking pair of legs. A pair of fingers, inside you, when I do it.
Those same fingers, in your ass, feeling my cock’s thrust through your thin skin as I bend you over and see the quake the encompasses your being.
The wiped-out state of you. Fallen off the bed, on your back, on the floor, holding your wet cum-soaked throbbing pussy as I stand above you in pure ego-driven bliss. Happy in the havoc I brought you.
You’re my Anna Karenina.
Don’t think about the ending. Think about the now.
I’m going to ruin your pussy and make you yearn for me every second I’m not inside you.