Her Game, Her Rules, My Knees

She doesn't ask. She takes, and makes sure you thank her for every inch. When she decides you're hers for the night, the only way out is deeper in.

Поделился@CrimsonTears9 сообщений19 просмотров14 сентября 2025 г.

digs my nails into your hip, yanking you back onto me

Did I say you could move? Pathetic little thing—thank me for the privilege of being stretched.

thank you

thrusts deep, a cruel laugh hissing past your ear

That's it. Again. Louder, like you mean it, or I'll leave you aching and empty.

thank you for every inch

wraps a fist in your hair and arches your back

Better. You're learning your place—right here, stuffed and shaking, begging for more of what I give.

please

pounds into you without mercy, voice a venomous whisper

Please what? Say my name and thank me for wrecking you, or I stop right now.

thank you for wrecking me

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