Massage..?

Something about fucking you from behind feels so unbelievably feral and powerful. Mounting you and forcing it as deep inside you as it can fit, slapping your ass for emphasis while I pound you. You're mine. My prey. And you're not even going to think about fucking escaping me. Pulling your hair and grabbing your wrists when you struggle, keeping you pinned against the ground, a helpless vulnerable victim, taking me as best you can while I desperately try to get as deep inside you as I possibly can.

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If I'm yours, I'm yours. I don't even notice anyone else.

Indeed we do…