Gloves

I smirk as my gloved fist plunges deeper into your quivering hole, stretching you beyond limits, your body arching in exquisite agony. Pink hair cascading, I twist and thrust, lubed plastic crinkling, forcing whimpers from your lips. You’re my plaything, bound on this crimson bed, legs spread wide for my merciless invasion. I laugh, nails … Double Fist Dreams