PureWhen your head sinks into the pillow and the room slips into hush dark quiet, I want you to drift on one thought: me looming over you, palm wrapped around your throat so you feel every slow squeeze of my claim, the other hand sliding between your thighs until it forces them apart and finds the heat waiting there. Picture my fingers circling your clit, lazy at first, then ruthless, while I press my lips to your ear and promise you will not be allowed to cum until I decide.
2026-04-12