I don’t want small talk.
I want her moaning my name with her legs trembling.
I want her soaked before I even touch her just from how I look at her.
I want to pull her hair back, grip her throat, whisper filth in her ear while her body begs for more. I want her face buried in the pillow, nails digging into the sheets, completely ruined by the time I’m done.
But I’m not just here to fuck.
I’m here to make her feel it hours later when she tries to walk straight.
I’m the man who leaves a mark not just on skin, but in the mind.
If I get inside you, I won’t just stretch you. I’ll own you.
No fake moans. No vanilla. No holding back.
Just raw need, deep strokes, soaked thighs, and eye contact that says,
“You’re mine now.”
So if you’re wet reading this…
Imagine what I’d do when I’ve got you in front of me



