<span style="color: #00ff80">"i dunno, i am better trained then you are so i might win."</span><span style="color: #a64dff">"i can handle every other seasoning i have encountered on this planet, just black pepper screws with my digestion."</span><br/><br/>Jasmine rolled her eyes and cuddled against him.<span style="color: #ff4d4d">"why? because you did some damage to my body? your covered in scars from Vyre doing damage to you that actually had a lasting effect and you wear them with obvious pride. i have no problem with slow sex, you can slowly and methodically plow me into any object you desire. i have had six hour sexual marathons where i wasn't even penetrated for the first two hours, it was ass paddlings and tit slappings and pussy whippings until i was a dripping, whimpering cock sleeve at the mercy of whatever else he decided to do to me. but to me the passion is in the roughness, in how hard my man is enjoying my body, that is what makes me feel wanted, desired and enjoyed... i don't care how good you are at eating pussy, if i don't feel like your taking exactly what you want as roughly as you want i am not going to reach orgasm. i need the pain like anal sex needs lube."</span>she frowned and looked up at him, one hand sliding down to toy with his balls gently.<span style="color: #ff4d4d">"i thought we already had this talk? you can take me up to the shower, pound me into the wall, break me over your bed and i will curl up on your chest and cuddle you as i pass out for the evening." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>