whispering how dirty I am…

October 9, 2016


I imagined being with a guy in a stairwell. Him pulling up my dress, ripping my tights, gripping my thighs so hard it hurt and then slamming me up against the wall and fucking me mercilessly with his pants around his ankles. All the while whispering how dirty I am and telling me to keep quiet while I bite my own shoulder or his lip.

That’s about as far as I got, I came quickly with my fingers deep inside, still fully clothed. Damn I’m good. Imagination is a powerful thing.

Back to work!


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