Begging Stories

Wearing your sexy dress, black collar, and cloth like mask, sultry tango, we are applauded, passionate kiss middle of the dance floor, hands everywhere, I can smell your sweet nectar as it rolls down your sexy legs, hand gripping my shirt collar behind my neck as you reach down for my 8inchardon, releasing it, feeling it throb - it likes you a lot. I grab your throat and push you away whilst ripping that sexy garment off...

I run my free hand up the side of your body until I reach your neck. I wrap my hand around your throat as I finger you harder, gripping just tight enough that you sputter and I tighten a little more. You moan and place your hand on mine. You do not simply want me to dominate you, you want me to completely own your body, to push your limits.. And I’ve never been so turned on. I keep my hand on your throat while bringing my...