The nasty brings gasps to her lips. Being manhandled and fucked every which way but Sunday. Being spanked. Being tormented. Being fucked relentlessly. Being mind fucked, controlled and owned. Being taken in a lust filled whirlwind of passion. Orgasm after orgasm delivered.
It was all wonderful. But what she cherished most, was the protection she felt when snuggled in his arms. The way he reached out and pulled her into him. How her body slid perfectly into his. The feeling of safety in an aftercare embrace where the world around her just disappears.
The type of embrace where she can close her eyes and the troubles of the world vanish. In that embrace, nothing can penetrate their world. The worries, the anxiety, the concerns all fade away to non existent whilst in his arms.
The type of embrace that completely envelops her and silently screams you are mine… An embrace so powerful that it calms and subdues her internal struggles. An embrace that allows her to finally understand inner peace, love and tranquility.
The type of embrace where she knows she has finally found her home…
