Her Desire

In a quaint cabin, softly lit, she reclined on the couch, her body positioned provocatively. I satisfied my insatiable desire by passionately engaging from behind, gently pulling her hair and tilting her head back. She emitted delicate moans of pleasure, relishing every moment, her lip caught between her teeth. I recall one evening when she, inebriated, expressed a desire for a more intense experience, her enthusiasm unwavering. She lay there in ecstasy, tears streaming down her face, her dark makeup smudging on her cheeks. I gazed into her eyes, my expression devoid of emotion, and she whispered, "You look like you could harm me." Internally, I chuckled, offering a reassuring smile, assuring her that was not my intention. I observed as she pleasured herself with a vibrator on the bed, causing her to release like a gushing fountain across the room. On another occasion, I dripped warm candle wax onto her buttocks and intimate area, allowing it to solidify. She reveled in every second of this sensation. Then, I retreated to the living room, igniting the gaming system, ready to immerse myself in virtual adventures. Written by AfterDeath_XXX