“you alright, sweetheart? need me to go slower?” jake asked, his long fingers intertwined with yours. you noticed how worried his golden eyes had become, trying to read the twisted expressions that were forming on your face.
you shook your head, mouth falling ajar as the intense stretch of his length rippled through your body. “n..no, keep going.” your hand latched behind his neck, pulling him down to connect your lips with his. you indulged yourself in his taste, the familiar warmth of being so close to him made your eyes screw shut with pleasure.
jake pulled away gently, raw lips curving into a smile. “you’re doing so good, baby.” he thrusted himself deep inside your tight cunt, lewd moans escaping both your throats. he brought his thumb to your cheek, caressing your hot skin delicately. “so fuckin’ perfect.”
Look I'm not saying physical violence is a good coping mechanism (I am) or that having a punching bag that leaks and whines and cries would help in any way (it would) but if anyone wanted to volunteer for some clinical trials we could get like double blind scientific up in here (pspspsps @ masochists) ...