intimate. “Knees.” I ordered (I’d planned to say ‘on your knees femboi’ or something badass like that but, at this point I was so fucking excited I could barely hold still). Xxx hot A yurt? Like a barking-huffing vocalization ‘zee-hee-row’. Not a massive explosion, nothing to set me moaning, but a fluttering, rolling earthquake of an orgasm. This whole on your knees thing literally burned 45 seconds, and I didn’t want to waste this much time sizing him for my crotch again, so I told him “Remember this exact position. I don’t have time for backtalk. “there’s my pretty little mouth” I whispered at him. Like by his actions, he’s confirming that what I ACTUALLY deserve is whatever the FUCK I command him to do.
