36 [M4F] - This isn't healthy. You love it anyway.

I'm not here to judge. It's not my place to wonder if all those years of fighting for equality are being undone because you secretly crave being reminded of your "proper" role beneath a man. How all that hard-fought equality crumbles the second you imagine yourself pinned down, reduced to nothing but a wet, obedient toy for a man to use.

It's no concern of mine whether your friends would be shocked that you get so wet at the thought of surrendering completely, eagerly spreading your legs just to please me. And it's certainly not up to me to hold you back when you confess it's what you crave. What you ache for. That it's the only thing that makes you cum so intensely anymore.

No, my role is to own you. To grab you by the throat and force those forbidden dreams into raw, pounding reality, slamming into you until your body shakes and your mind blanks out in bliss. I'll whisper those dirty, degrading names you secretly love, right in your ear, my breath hot against your skin, as I stretch you wide, and flood you with my cum.