I love the way our bodies dance. When you dig your nails in and grab my hips, then run your nails over my back. The hesitation sets in but I claw at your shoulders, making you squirm. I bite your neck making you shudder. You pull my hair, my eyes close as my mouth opens, I let out a gasp. You have me right where you want me. “Please fuck me.” “I can’t hear you.” (face slap) (Louder) “Please fuck me, Sir!” “Please fuck me!” “Have you been a good girl?” “Yes, Sir. I’ve been good!” I love the way our bodies dance, intertwined, begging for a release.