



I need this man.
I need him so badly in a way that's concerning to feminism.
I need to kiss every inch of his body.
I need to caress his thick, hairy thighs.
I need that practiced tongue to eat me like I'm his last ever meal.
I need to suck the orb out of him.
I need him to bend me over his desk and fuck me to oblivion.
I need him to tell me what a good girl I'm being and how he can't wait to put a baby in me.
I need the sound of his fat cheeks clapping with every thrust.
I need him to make me look into his gorgeous brown eyes as I cum for the umpteenth time.
I need him to whimper my name.
I need him to finger his cum back into me even though I'm overstimulated.
I need to kiss him sweetly and gently.
I need his hundur sauce.