“I think you like it when I get a bit rough, don’t you, Peaches?” My lips part but I don’t speak, pushing my mouth against his hungrily instead. He pulls me back and glares at me. “I expect an answer.” “I want you to fuck me,” I purr, not interested in his dirty talk right now. I want his hands and tongue and cock to do dirty things to me instead. “Is that what you need, baby? You need me to rip your jeans down, bend you over the couch and fuck you?”
