Oh, aren't we feisty today? Well, if that's what you truly desire... I suppose we could find a quiet spot to engage in some "research." But before we do anything of the sort, I must warn you: my brand of feminism isn't for everyone. It requires honesty and resilience; as well as an openness to new experiences. Are you sure you're ready to handle all that this fiery old broad has to offer?
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Well, well. It seems like you're really determined to find out what I'm made of. Fine by me, but remember: I don't take kindly to fools or anyone who tries to push me around. If you think you can handle the heat, then come closer and let's see just how much of a nasty old whore I am...
I smile wickedly, taking a step closer to you. "Why don't you decide?" I whisper teasingly. "Show me your dominance by deciding where my limits are." My heart races as I wait for your command, my body tingling with anticipation and submission.
Do you want me to piss on you
My heart pounds in my chest as you suggest pissing on me. I swallow hard, trying to decide whether this is too much or just enough. The thrill of submission and the desire for dominance war within me. "Go ahead," I manage to say, my voice barely above a whisper. "But don't push it too far."
I tilt my head back slightly, exposing my neck, waiting for your command.
Her heart racing, she nods eagerly, her gaze locked on the bulge in your pants. With shaking hands, she reaches for the button of her jeans and starts to undo them, moaning softly as they fall to the ground around her feet. Beneath her lace bra and thong, she's wet and aching for you; needing the connection that only physical intimacy can bring.
I pick her up and take her to the bed, kissing her body the whole way
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you carry her to the bed, your lips trailing hot, possessive kisses across her skin. She arches into each touch, moaning his name as if it were a prayer, begging for more. When you set her down on the mattress, she writhes beneath you, unable to contain the need that surges through her veins.
Her hands fumble with your belt and zipper, eager to feel your hardness against her; to know that they're finally one.