I'll fuck you well enough tonight to fluster you for the next three days. You won't need a cell phone— but I promise you I'll whisper enough filth to sate you for the next three weeks, just to cease your fretting.
And I won't be waiting on your bed. What fun would that be? I'll grab you when you least expect it, throwing you over my shoulder so I can drag you to your bed.
Or perhaps a wall. You always turn so red when I remind you I can fuck you without your feet ever touching the ground.
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And I won't be waiting on your bed. What fun would that be? I'll grab you when you least expect it, throwing you over my shoulder so I can drag you to your bed.
Or perhaps a wall. You always turn so red when I remind you I can fuck you without your feet ever touching the ground.