I want to bite her breast and flick her nipple with my tongue—make her whimper and writhe in my arms like a helpless little thing. I like that she’s so weak to me. It makes the urge to fill her with my come overwhelming. I want her to suffer, but why do I also want her to see me? I want her to find comfort in my arms as much as I wish to bring tears to her weary eyes. She will endure my pain, no matter how I yearn to covet her. I’ve sworn to it. Pluto almighty, let me bring her punishment no matter what spells her beauty casts upon me.
