kitchen counter
The obsession is getting completely out of hand, and I genuinely cannot focus on anything else. From the moment I wake up, all I can picture is feeling a dominant, heavy man throw his full weight over my body and take complete control. The second the house is entirely empty, my body starts aching for it. I don’t want small talk, I don’t want romance, and I absolutely do not want protection or birth control.
I want you to push me straight back onto the kitchen counter, hoist my heavy thighs up, and ruthlessly ram your thick, heavy cock raw into my dripping pussy. I want you to hammer me from behind with so much power and aggression that the whole counter shakes under us, driving yourself all the way to the hilt until you are bottoming out hard against my cervix. I want to be a shivering, sobbing, leaking disaster, gripping the edge of the counter while your heavy balls slap aggressively against my booty. When your climax hits, do not pull out. Jam yourself as deep as you can possibly go, pin my hips tight, and pump your heavy balls completely dry, dumping wave after wave of hot, thick legacy straight into my hungry womb. I want to lie there naked for hours afterward, completely ruined and gaping, loving the feeling of your thick white seed slowly leaking down my thighs knowing it's successfully taking over my body.