Be warned, though-- she despises touch other than sexual touch. Hugs are not her thing. Ties, scarves, and handcuffs, however… She loves it when you...bend her over and push her face down and enter her from behind forcefully, igniting her flesh as it rubs roughly on whatever is beneath her as you thrust deeply into her.Then there is Dominique. She is everyone’s best friend. She giggles when you touch her stomach. She enjoys a good Netflix and chill session and longs for someone who can find the. Slowly moving in and out. I turn my head away from your chest. You remove my underwear, and run a finger up and down my slit. "Please don't do this," I whisper, my mind moving is move directions than I can manage. "Not now." "Let me take care of you," "No." My protest was lacking. You insert to fingers into me, and using your thumb, you circle my clit. "I need to take care of you. I need for you to talk to me. I need for you to be with me. I need you." You deepen your touch and another tear. You trust me?”“What are you going to do?” my eyes widen and slight panic settles in when I see him reach for a black and white checkered scarf and then holding the corners in his hands and roughly snaps the fabric. “…what are you going to do?” I repeat. “Seriously, Mason…what…?”“Do you trust me?” he asks once more, that almost threatening tone to his voice and the darkness in his eyes immediately lifting. “If you don’t trust me…”“I trust you,” I assure him. “With my life. You think I’d let you. She appeared proud and angry at the same time. “Going against two Tyrannos all by yourself! You could have been killed.” She complained, but with the next helping she poured into my bowl she smiled. “Everyone talks about you today, everyone!”“I thought they forgotten about that with all the War news.”She looked puzzled and then shook her wooden spoon against the old audio only GalNet receiver she had on a shelf besides the spice rack. “Oh right, there was something about a war, but it was the.