I want to stand stripped and naked before you.
I want to watch as your eyes scan me, noting every dip and curve of my body.
I want to hear you breathing heavily as you slowly approach me, towering over me, heat radiating from your chest.
I want to savour your scent of smoke and coffee, leather and sweat.
I want to feel your hand encircling and gripping my throat, squeezing tight, controlling my breath.
I want to feel you press me down onto the cold, hard ground, bruising my shoulder blades.
I want my arms stretched over my head, pulling my breasts high on my chest, your hands pinning mine, the cold click of metal securing them.
I want to feel the sharp pinch of your callused fingers on my nipples.
I want to hear the crack of leather kissing air before it sears my skin.
I want to look into your eyes as you taste me, your bristles chafing the soft skin of my inner thighs.
I want to feel you push yourself into me, filling my mouth, my throat, thrusting, making my mascara run.
I want to slide myself down onto to you as your girth fills me, stretches me.
I want you to flip me like a ragdoll over onto my hands and knees; fucking me like an animal, your hand wrapped in my hair, pulling my head back, grunting as you pound into me.
I want you to hear me screaming your name, begging you to fuck me harder, tear me open, rip me apart, make me bleed.
I want to feel you collapse on me, your weight crushing me as you catch your breath, your sweat coating my back.
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