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Let’s Play Hard To Fuck
How long can you wait to play fuck or be fucked?
I don’t know when he’ll fuck me. My stark nakedness to his clothed body is apparent to me. My large breasts heave heavy against my rib cage. I sit on the carpeted floor with my knees tucked underneath myself. I’m positioned like a human Sphinx in a compact position. My arms cross behind my back. The ache of being on the ground spreads from my knees to my neck.
I try to tuck my head down like a good submissive. Instead, I find it impossible to do. I stare into his brown eyes like a silent challenge for him to fulfill. Do what you want with me. I’m yours. In this present moment and always, my eyes say. I wonder what my hazel eyes look like. Have they darkened with my desire? Or have they lightened to my playful, ocean blue edge?
I can see his erection straining against his jeans. It makes me bite my lip in appreciation. He gives me that smirk I adore a little too much.
He always says that I’m an insubordinate submissive. It’s true, I’ll take it, since I’m never fully just a submissive. Underneath my need to be dominated is another need to dominate. The opposing sides hum within me like a quiet vibration.
He touches me briefly on my shoulders. His blunt nails leave trails of heat against my uncovered skin. I shiver against…
