Imagine walking through Your front door to find me waiting for You. Imagine me kneeling, naked, knees spread, Your cunt visible for Your perusal. Imagine my eyes down, arms by my side, waiting with a quivering, dripping cunt for Your pleasure.
Imagine my head tilting back, mouth open, eyes on Your cock as it enters my mouth. Imagine the feel of my soft lips, my hot, wet mouth wrapped around Your cock as you begin to fuck my mouth. Imagine Your hands in my hair, pulling me closer as You pound into my mouth that has become a pussy to be used for Your pleasure. Imagine the tears streaming down my face as You fuck me. Imagine that I never move because I want to be Your good girl, Your sweet pet.
Imagine that You come hard and I swallow every drop You give me.
Imagine as I wordlessly, lean down and present Your ass for You. Imagine my head down, ass up, my hands spreading my cheeks so You can see my tight hole, waiting to be filled. Imagine Your sadistic side calling to the masochist in me as You find a paddle, the heavy one. Imagine my “thank yous” screamed as You blister my ass, over and over again. Imagine the cries forced from my throat as You break me. Imagine my whispered, “Thank you, Sir” when You are finished.
Imagine how wet Your pussy is from the brutal paddling. Imagine coating Your fingers in my juices and rubbing Your ass. Imagine a finger, then two sliding into the tight hole. Imagine the head of Your cock pushing into Your ass. Imagine my gasps and moans as You begin to pound Your ass, pounding into bruised and tender cheeks, already red from paddling. Imagine my screams of pleasure.
Imagine finishing Your use of me and watching me roll to my back. Imagine as I wince from the lingering pain of the paddle. Imagine as I part soft, white thighs. Imagine as I reach down and spread Your pussy to be viewed at Your pleasure. Imagine that I am left in that position as I tremble with need and want. Imagine smiling, knowing I ache and only You can relieve it. Imagine leaving me with my aches, wants, needs until You desire my release.
Imagine picking up Your crop. Imagine smacking my white breasts, my dark nipples. Imagine watching me writhe on the bed. Imagine that I never stop presenting Your pussy. Imagine the crop as it lands on Your clit, over and over again. Imagine the squelching sounds as the crop lands on Your soaked, aching pussy. Imagine my pleas to be allowed to cum, my tears and my cries for release. Imagine that You leave me there until You grant my orgasm. Imagine allowing me to cum and the gushing juices pouring out of my body.