Wrap my hair around your hand and slide your knee between my legs. Kick my feet wide apart and push me down over the table.
Watch the sunlight sending tiny white diamonds across my ass as you brush the beads aside, untie the thong and pull it roughly between my legs.
Drop it at your feet in all its sequined insignificance.
Lube, shiny and wet, picks up refracted light, showering it onto your cock, poised there as you spread my cheeks, ready to open me, ready to press in and through and deep.
Pull my head back as you lean down. Your teeth graze my shoulder. Your tongue finds the hollow of my collarbone. Your lips on my neck are vampiric, demanding, in that moment when you enter, taking what you need and giving what I want.
Now: Pressing back against you, my ass tight against your hips, grinding small hard circles against your body.
Now: Your hands on my hips, fingernails marking me with deep crescents as you slide and thrust.
Now: The ripples start rolling down your cock as I start to come.
Now: The flood of your own release is wrung from your body by my contractions.
Wait, now. Stay. Quiet. There, pulsing slowly, moving gently, we mingle like the light streaming through the window mingles with these drops of white glass.
Fuck Me Hard Baby, Call Me Your Dirty Whore, Your Filthy Slut, Just Fuck Me
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XOXOXO
Annette
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