Not Normal
As long as a woman is deemed unseemly if she has expressed her sexual desires and cravings, do me the favor of not calling this normal.
As long as a woman is deemed unseemly if she has expressed her sexual desires and cravings, do me the favor of not calling this normal.
Slow and continuous movements that not only upset the mind, but the whole body that indulges in its pleasure. The incessant swaying of our bodies waiting for the inevitable orgasm.
Men are divided into 2 categories
Those who turn to look at the ass of women
Those who have already done it.
Desires. Desires are the real guilty, not me. If we repressed them we would all die, slowly day after day. But if expressing, living and realizing them is a fault, I want to be the most guilty of women.
Drenched with cravings and my moods, hormonally exploded for the desire to be dominated as your object. Despised, used, abused in every possible form.
Because I deserve it, because I want it, because I want to walk badly coming out of your house and full of marks and bruises, smelling of your sperm on you, so that those who cross me know or suspect how much you have made me the bitch I am.