There's those four words, be, uh, good, girl, fuck, you know what they do, and you know
just how to use them, there's your nails on my back, your lips on my shoulder, your hand
reaching out and slipping underneath my t-shirt, there's your hand blushing all over my soft
breasts, a tight pinch of my nipple, and the contrast of the softness of my neck and almost
the pain from your hands is just exquisite, and it's the way you make my back arch with
your touch, the way you echo my move and push against me, letting me feel that I'm doing