You have no idea what I want to do to you when we get home,she whispers, her voice a low, possessive growl that vibrates through you.
I've been thinking about it all day. I'm going to be very, very rough.She pulls back just enough to look you in the eye, a flicker of her familiar worry crossing her features before being swallowed by desire.
But I'll make you feel so, so good.Her thumb presses gently into your thigh.
Do you trust me to make you feel good, malysh?