

I don’t want you to ever get sick of me. 💜 Toys can’t hold me. It’s different when you hold me and slide closer behind me and press your warm body up against mine. I like to feel your hands grab my hips. I melt when you lean into my ear and your voice gets deeper. When your eyes look at me differently. When your hands grasp tighter and you know you can pull me closer. You know you could hurt me. But yet you still have the patience to make me beg you to fuck me. 💜