you saw open a robot’s chassis and there’s blood and organs and a beating heart and it’s moaning and telling you to keep going. hang on what was i saying
Yeah what if I wanna be a King’s slutty jester who flirts playfully and makes a joke about his cock size in front of everyone so he has to drag me back to his chambers and fuck me senseless with his big cock so I won’t make jokes about it again.
Jokes on him, I still will but only so he can fuck me on it again.
I think losing control during sex would fix me a little ngl, just pushing in too deep and hitting something with the sensitive tip, gripping way harder than before because I just felt God in their tight little hole and ramming in twice as fast without explanation, bending over them and holding their hips fast so i can find that spot again, hit it over and over again, biting into their neck and mumbling sorry, sorry, i need you, sorry, hold still, sorry, please I need you as I make them cry and shake and scream