EZRA
Now this is the kinky shit you're into, the kind you can totally do again. Her kiss is rough, just the way you like it, sharp and unapologetic as she eats against your skin. You let your hips push up again, showing her how much you enjoy her, your knees bent a little to deepen her access as she rides you like a pro.If she thinks she's going to get you to break first she's desperately wrong. It's not a show of dominance- it's a show of compliance, one that's been drilled into you from a young age. You finish when you're given permission or after them, depending on the situation; so you bite your lip and let out another moan, throwing your head back with a wanton, wicked grin as her hands rake, claw-like, down your chest, painful and pleasurable at the same time. "More, mistress, please," comes your obliging whimper, hips bucking once again as she rises up your cock, your brown eyes glassy as you gaze up at her gorgeous figure and porcelain skin.
There's a problem, though, one you can feel in your loins like a fire. So that whole bit about being able to hold out forever? Yeah- maybe that was true when you were in practice, but it's been a while, Ezra my slut, and you're beginning to feel your climax approach. Not yet - not unless she says so - but soon. Ocean Eyes has skills you didn't expect, and man, but you want to give her everything before you blow.
isn't it lovely, all alone
heart made of glass
my mind made of stone
