Anny, a delicious sin to be savored without moderation... That's how I'm described

Want to know what's in store for you? Read on

I sit you on the edge of the bed.

Already tense, hard, eyes pleading with me without a word

No escape.

I climb on top of you, my thighs tight against yours

I stare at you intensely.

" Shut up. Just look at me. That's all I want."

I slide my hand slowly between my thighs

Every second becomes exquisite torture for you

Then I surrender to you, all at once. Deep. Seized.

You let out a moan?

Little slap.

"Not a sound. You're mine."

I dominate you without pause, without unnecessary tenderness

My nails in your neck, my hips slamming against yours

I use you. Literally.

You're nothing more than an offered body, a toy at my mercy

Your gaze implores...

But me, I want more. And more.

I'm going faster. Harder. Dirtier

I moan in your ear, panting, cruel:

"Look at you... So docile... Did you think you had a choice?"

"I'm the one fucking. You, you serve."

And just when you're about to crack...

I pull out. Slowly.

I leave you there... dripping, hungry, at the end

The rest? It's waiting for you here, in my hands...

Torrid kisses See you soon.