No more teasing. I'm getting what I fucking want tonight. You’re going to wear a pretty sundress or a tight little skirt for me so I won’t have to bother with buttons or rip open any leggings. Do what you want about panties. Wear some cute little thong to let your anticipation pool in for the evening, or don’t since you know it's just going to be in my way and I’ll just be ripping it to the side in frustration anyway.

I’m going to use you. When your lips are around my cock, your head will be in my hands to control the pace of your worship. When you’re spread open on your back, I’ll be gripping you by the hips to pull you in just as hard as I’m thrusting myself forward. When you're on top of me, I'll be pinning your body down against me to growl into your ear what a tight little slut you are. When you’re bent over for me, that pretty hair will just be a fucking handle for me to yank back to remind you who is in complete control of you.

I’m going to mark you. Maybe your ass so you’ll have to feel how I handled you for days after. Maybe your tits so the pictures you send me later this week to beg me back for another night will have that extra shade to them. Maybe your neck so other boys wherever you go this week can daydream about how you got a bruise there, and wonder if you liked it as much as you know you will.

I’m going to ruin you. The sheets will be stained with you, your makeup will be everywhere but where you put it. Your outfit you prepared so carefully today will be tattered and useless to cover you and keep you from looking like the craven slut you become for me. Your limbs will burn from clenching them so tightly around whatever you can manage to grasp onto for your failed attempt at controlling your spasms under me. Your pussy— My pussy will throb and ache you; differently than it already is under the spell of fantasy, of course.

I’m going to enjoy you. I’ll savor every contortion of your beautiful face as I push into your slick little cunt for the first time. I’m going to ask you how my cock feels inside you, how stretched and full your pussy feels, and then I’m going to fuck you hard enough that you can’t coherently answer. I’m going to save the video we make and send you screenshots weeks from now to flood your memories of the things I did to you.

I’m going to claim you. Your pussy will be dripping in our cum for hours after I leave. You’re going to feel every shot, every twitch, every groan from me that I let out into you as deeply in your body and fucking soul as anyone has ever been. You won’t have the will left in you to get cleaned up, so you’ll just lie there, spent, luxuriating in having been my good girl tonight.

Just like you want.

Chat or PM. Tell me how receiving this message would make you feel. If reading it made you blush and bite.