You’re already mine, aren’t you? Admit it , just the thought of my voice wrapping around your mind like a leash makes your cock throb. You want to be high, dizzy, delirious with need… completely wrecked by a woman who owns every pathetic, perfect inch of your pleasure. But you don’t just like it, do you, pet? You crave it. You beg for it in your filthiest fantasies, don’t you?
