Sliding My Hand Up Her Thigh In Public, Moving Farther And Farther Up Her Skirt...

When he leans down right by my face to check my work

My skinny scientist guy of choice

Fuck her at her desk

giggly cuddling that turns into play fighting that turns into you pinning me down and saying “try it. try to get away.” that turns into me struggling and cursing at you while you push inside me

Manhandling them though. Yanking them by their ankles until they reach the edge of the bed. Slamming and pinning them to the nearest surface. Throwing them over my shoulder to carry. Bending them over any furniture. Grabbing them by their nape and then tossing them on the bed.

Spreading their legs apart. Holding them down by their hips, or using my weight. Flipping them over to my liking, as if they’re a lifeless piece of meat. I could take them in so many different ways. I’ll /make/ them take me, even if it involves twisting them beyond human limits.

So much smaller compared to me, so helpless, of course they’re easy to overpower. I wonder how much more pressure I need to apply before their delicate and fragile self breaks right in my hands.