withoutasking: yrsir: withoutasking: Do you want me to struggle, Sir? With a fistful of your hair in my hand…my other hand placed squarely between your shoulder blades, pushing you down, down, down…the whole of me thrusting into you, hips bucking,

withoutasking: yrsir: withoutasking: Do you want me to struggle, Sir? With a fistful of your hair in my hand…my other hand placed squarely between your shoulder blades, pushing you down, down, down…the whole of me thrusting into you, hips bucking,

withoutasking: yrsir: withoutasking: Do you want me to struggle, Sir? With a