Ford.
Lance.
What are you doing to me?
I don't know what is going on.
This feels like the fucking twilight zone in here. The room is hot, the air is dreary. I just came. I have never cum as hard as I did. Lance is not the kind to initiate. He is not controlling.
What is he doing to me?
There has been a smile on his face all morning. He said I could say no. he advised me to say no if I didn't want it but how do I say know when this is the person I have craved for so long. I want to fuck him and he has no clue. He doesn't know what goes on in my dreams. He thinks I am all for pushing him away but he has no idea how much I want him.
At this point I want the ground to swallow me and get me out of my embarrassment. I became putty in his hands and from the look in his face, that is exactly what he wanted.
He wanted to see me at this point.
He wanted me weak and to crumble to his mercy.
