Totally Under His Control
He had me against the wall. My hands were spread, giving me support. My cheek leaned against the tapestry hanging in front of me. His hands moved down my sides, over my hips, to my thighs. Leaning in close to my ear, he whispered, “I need to fuck you.” I closed my eyes with a breathy moan. I love it when he takes complete control of me, not giving me any options. My blood was pounding and my pussy was soaked. Leaning against me, he pushed me harder against the wall. I felt my breasts smashed against the wall as well as his groin press against my ass. He was hard and throbbing in his jeans. I could picture that easily in my mind since I had seen it many times over the past year. …