What kind of sex would you like to have right now? Part 4

The kind where my tie is his leash and my stockings are his excuse to ruin me. He doesn't kiss, he claims - teeth grazing, grip unyielding, the room tilting as I’m pinned. There’s no pretense of mercy, only the dangerous rhythm of a predator who knows exactly how much I can take… and plans to push past it.
Hmmm...
 
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