And you love it when I tell you how I would and will use you, don't you? When I call you my girl, my fuck toy, my slut. When you see my texts or listen to my voice messages or when I just whisper in your ear while we're in public and on our way home.

You get goosebumps and some parts of your body even react with a nervous, vibrating tension. Because you know this, and you know what I will do to you.

But that doesn't dampen your excitement and anticipation in the slightest. On the contrary, it is the knowledge of the hardness of my grips, the softness of my skin, the intensity of the thrusts or the greed while I lick your pussy. It's the little pinches, the spanking, the kissing and biting, it's the mix of it all.

It's the burning sensation of my hand spanking your pussy until it pulses cherry red, swollen, dripping before I push the thick tip of my dick in, so tight, wet, creamy, that you feel how greedily, impatiently and ruthlessly I push my dick into you as my hand grips your throat and squeezes harder the louder you scream. It's those moments between your screams and moans, the moment when I just take you and use you like my little toy, when you're afraid that I'll tear your skin with my hardness until you groan with release when I'm finally inside you. In this moment you feel the most desired by me, because you feel all my desire, you feel how I make you my slut, a fucktoy but my fucktoy. And so your pulsating, swollen pussy clutches my dick as if with a firm grip, pulling me in again and again as I pull my dick out, eager to be used and filled. That moment when my calls ram against your asshole again and again with full hardness and my dick stretches your pussy more and more and I ram deeper and deeper while your wet juice leaves more and more creamy traces around my dick. When you scream with desperation and moan with pleasure. As you lose control under the firm grip of my hand and lose yourself in the sound of your moans and screams, the wetness and the pounding sounds of my hips against your legs making your skin turn red.

And it's enough just to see my name or think of me, to think of the thrusts and how I fill your every hole and use each of your holes like my little glory hole. That I won't leave you without a single muscle of yours being sore. and your body with marks that will last the day. That remind you who you belong to and where you belong. next to me.