<div class="floatleft">(https://fashfever.files.wordpress.com/2014/11/marlon-teixeira-agua-de-coco-031.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: justify;">You really do have the knack for stealing a scene, not to mention a need to keep the upper hand. It amuses me. No. It <em>excites</em> me. <br/><br/>And I haven't felt that way in years. <br/><br/>The feel of your skin against mine. That rush as we grind against each other. The urgency of our hands. All of it has be remorselessly aroused. You know I am remorselessly aroused. And you walk away, which is perfectly fine. But then you flash your arse and the lovely little thing in it for the express purpose of driving me mad. <br/><br/>Well, mission accomplished. <br/><br/></div><div class="floatright">  <div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">NSFW inspiration</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://images.sex.com/images/pinporn/2018/01/19/620/18973179.gif)</div></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Not big enough," I reply finally, lips twisting into a wicked grin. "I've actually got better ones upstairs." It isn't the answer to the question you asked, but the one that you wanted me to pick up on. "And I'll get you the number if my guy as well. Can't have one of my girls caught with substandard equipment."<br/><br/>I walk over, slowly, as if I don't care if you run away, and yet it is that very cadence that should trap you in place. Submissives usually recognise when a Dominant means business. <br/><br/>My hand curls around your neck and I force you back against the glass, a proper thud sounding as your back hits it. "But if you ever get sick of your usual toys..." The words are carried on a whisper, strong enough to bore down into your fucking subconscious, "there's a place for you here..." I press in, my cock jutting against your bare thighs. "Right by my side..." Our lips meet, and it isn't gentle either. My hold of you grows tighter, arching your face up so I can have my fill, devouring you to sate both my anger and my lust. "Or in front..." I guide your hands around my shoulders and yank your legs up around my waist, locking them firmly in place. "Even bent the fuck over..." I growl, finally leaning back to assault you with the darkness in my eyes. <br/><br/>Every eyeball lucky enough to be at the mansion is staring at us. So I reach out to slam the door shut, allowing the hundreds of peeping toms only the meagre pleasure of hearing you scream as I fuck you until you break. </div>