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Yearning to ruin a puffy pink tight cute pussy by destroying her clit by Overstimulating with my hands and then rutting and bruising her hole with my cock until she cries and begs for whatever god she believes in.

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Missionary, so we can continue the argument

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Speak with your action, my shy girl. If you are down, hug me. if you want attention, cuddle me. If you wanna cry, put your head on my chest. If you are feeling scared, hold my hand and curl up in me. If you want me hear you, whisper in my ear. if you are needy, edge to my leg. If you wanna dance, grab my ass. If you wanna fuck, band over. If you wanna cumm, well forget about it.

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Need to be in this position so I can slowly start grinding on your growing bulge

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morning horny is crazy why is my clit throbbing at 7 am?? I'm too cozy to deal with that

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I bet you wish my tongue woke you up this morning instead of your alarm.

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gf that's into heavy smut 🤝 bf that'll reenact all the scenes as she reads them

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The knife kisses your skin, cold and deliberate, tracing the curve of your neck as if it has every right to be there. My grip is firm, unyielding, pressing the blade just enough to make you shudder, just enough to remind you who holds the control in this moment.

You don’t pull away. You don’t even flinch.

Brave. Or reckless. Maybe both.

I can feel the pulse at your throat, wild and desperate, betraying the calm you try to wear like armor. It doesn’t fool me. I know exactly what’s running through that pretty little head of yours.

A slow drag downward, metal gliding over your skin, leaving a phantom burn in its wake. I watch as your lips part, breath hitching, your body caught between tension and something far more dangerous. You’re trembling, but it’s not fear, not entirely.

“You like this, don’t you?” My voice is low, rough, dark with amusement.

A sharp inhale. No answer.

The blade dips lower, tracing your collarbone, carving invisible lines of possession over your skin. My free hand ghosts over the path it leaves behind, fingers following the cold sting, soothing and taunting all at once. You swallow hard, chest rising, falling, every inch of you alive under my touch.

“Answer me,” I command, pressing the knife just a fraction harder.

A shiver. A barely-there whimper. Your head tilts, offering more of your throat like a silent confession.

Good.

I drag the tip of the blade lower, slipping beneath the hem of your shirt, teasing at the soft, sensitive skin just above your ribs. Your muscles tense under my touch, anticipation making every nerve burn, every second stretch unbearably long.

I smirk, watching the way your body betrays you, the way you lean into the danger instead of pulling away.

“Look at you,” I murmur, voice dripping with satisfaction. “So obedient. So eager. You’d let me cut you open if I wanted, wouldn’t you?”

Your breath stutters, eyes locking onto mine; dark, dilated, completely lost in the moment.

You don’t need to say it. I already know.

A slow, deliberate press of the blade against your stomach, enough to make your breath catch, enough to send heat pooling between your thighs.

I tilt my head, voice dropping into something cruel and sweet all at once.

“Beg for it.”

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Hi,

Im so brave and I dont really have experience in sex but I want to get fucked so hard u can’t imagine. I want to feel pain and pleasure at the same time. I can’t stand that nice sex anymore 😭

Oh, brave little thing, stepping into the fire like that. Do you even know what you’re asking for? What you’re playing with? Because I could take your words, twist them around my fingers, and make you crave things you’ve never dared to put into sentences.

I could make you wait, make you beg, make you feel every second stretch until you’re burning, just for the thrill of watching you squirm under the weight of it all. You say you want more than just “nice”, I wonder if you even know what that means, what it feels like to be undone piece by piece, to have someone read your body like a locked diary and crack it open with ease.

You’re so sure, so ready, but tell me, would you still be so bold when I step closer, when I press in, when I make you hold that breath for just a little longer? Because, darling, I don’t just give. I take. I consume. I devour. And once you’ve been seen like that, once you’ve felt that, there’s no going back.

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Fuck, someday I am going to rip you apart, my love. You are so fucking hot.

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I don’t ask for permission when I’ve had a day like this. I grip your throat gently but firmly, pushing you back onto the bed, my eyes dark with need. ‘Be good for me,’ I whisper, and when you nod, that’s all it takes to make me unravel.

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The book trembles in your hands, the words once so familiar now a dangerous trap you’ve willingly fallen into. You’ve read this passage a hundred times, let it consume you, let it set fire to something deep inside you. But now, you’re not just reading it, you’re living it.

I’m behind you, my body pressing into yours, heat radiating between us, making it impossible to think of anything except what’s about to happen. My breath is hot against your neck, teasing, deliberate, my lips hovering just over your skin as I whisper, “Start reading.”

Your voice is unsteady as you obey.

“He cried out as his teeth clamped onto the tender spot where my neck met my shoulder”

I smirk, dragging my lips along that exact spot before sinking my teeth in, slow and controlled, just enough to make your breath hitch, just enough to remind you who’s in control. Your body tenses, heat pooling low in your stomach, but you don’t stop. Not yet.

“I couldn’t move, couldn’t think, and my world narrowed to the feeling of his lips and teeth against my skin.”

I hum against your throat, my fingers tracing slow, lazy circles over your hips, feeling the way your body shudders, the way your grip tightens on the book. I haven’t even truly touched you yet, and already you’re unraveling.

“He didn’t pierce my flesh, but rather bit to keep me pinned.”

I grip your wrists, pinning them in front of you, trapping you against me. You whimper softly, trying to shift, but I don’t let you move an inch.

“Does it feel the same?” I murmur, my voice low, teasing. “Like you can’t move, like you can’t think?”

You nod, your breath coming in short, shallow gasps, but I grip your chin and tilt your face toward me. “Use your words.”

“Y-yes,” you whisper, your voice barely audible.

I chuckle, releasing your chin but keeping my hold on your wrists. “Keep reading.”

You try to steady yourself, try to force your focus back to the book, but you’re slipping, drowning, and I know it. I can feel it.

“The push of his body against mine, the hard and the soft, made me see red see lightning, made me grind my hips against his.”

I smirk, my hands tightening on your waist before I pull you back against me, slow and deliberate, grinding my hips into yours with perfect, excruciating control. You let out a sharp gasp, your back arching, but I don’t let you move freely. I keep you exactly where I want you, making sure you feel every inch of me pressing into you, making sure you know just how much restraint I’m holding onto.

“You’re struggling,” I murmur against your ear, dragging my tongue along the sensitive skin, feeling the way you shudder. “Losing focus?”

You swallow hard, fingers clutching at the book like it’s the only thing keeping you tethered to reality. But we both know you’re already gone.

“His bite lightened, and his tongue caressed the places his teeth had been.”

I do exactly that, letting my tongue flick over the mark I left, soothing, possessive. Your entire body tenses in response, thighs clenching, hands trembling. I tighten my grip, keeping you still, letting you feel just how much power I have over you.

“Louder,” I command.

Your voice is wrecked now, each word forced out between shallow breaths, each syllable dripping with desperation.

“He didn’t move he just remained in that spot, kissing my neck. Intently, territorially, lazily.”

I hum in satisfaction, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses down your throat, lingering over every spot that makes your breath catch. My fingers drift lower, teasing the hem of your shirt, tracing over the bare skin underneath.

“Keep going,” I murmur against your neck. “Or should I stop?”

A desperate whimper escapes your lips before you can stop it. “Don’t stop.”

I grin against your skin, my grip tightening, my patience thinning.

“Then drop the book.”

Your fingers twitch, knuckles going white as you fight the last remnants of control. You hesitate, your breath shaky, but we both know what’s going to happen.

With a sharp inhale, you let it slip from your grasp. The book falls to the floor, landing with a soft thud, pages splaying open as if even the story itself can’t keep up with what’s happening between us.

I barely give you a second to recover before I take what’s mine.

My hand moves lower, fingers trailing where you need me most, my grip on your waist tightening as I finally, finally give you what you’ve been aching for.

“Good girl,” I murmur against your lips, smirking as I feel the way you melt against me. “Now let’s finish the scene properly.”