i want him to f*** me. to take an oversized strap and to fill me. to stretch me out until i can see it bulging through my skin. to impale me on his c***. i want him to leave hickeys all over me. i want him to litter my skin with bite marks and bruises. for him to tell me that i belong to him. that i’m his. i want him to f*** me deep. i want him to push his plastic c*** inside me, ruining my walls with its thickness. i want to fist my hands in his wine-red hair while i gasp his name. i want “kai” to echo around the walls of my room. i want to arch my back when he’s all the way inside. to take him even impossibly deeper. for him to f*** my dainty ballerina frame. for all my thoughts to be gone, fucked out of my head. i want him to tell me how good i look, how hot i sound with his name on my lips. i want him to make me c**, arching my back to the sound of his breathless gasps. i want him to eat me out afterwards. tell me how amazing i taste, how pretty my used c*** is, how he can’t get enough. i want him to twirl his tongue around my c***, want him to push the muscle inside my stretched hole. want him to m*********** again and again until i’m trembling and incoherent. want him to come with the taste of me on his tongue. want him to tell me i’m beautiful in polish, pressing kisses to the bruises he left on my thighs before. want him to tell me how tiny i am, how i’m so dainty and fragile while biting my n******. i want him to dig his fingers into the muscles of my thighs and praise me for training so well. i want him to tell me that no one compares, not eva, not his girlfriend in poland, no one. only me. that i’m his only girl. the best there is. how no one can make him feel this good without stimulation. then i want him to hold me and carefully scrub at my inner thighs with a damp cloth, suppressing a self-satisfied smirk at how i tense as he runs the fabric over the dark purple bruises, seeing my c*** start to get wet again. i want hin to kiss me after ruining me entirely.