I don’t want you to pull out.

I want to feel you throb deep inside me when you finish. I want every drop of you staying right where it belongs… warm, messy, and completely mine.

I want a cream pie, baby.

There’s something so intimate about it. The way your body tenses when you get close. The way your voice cracks when you realize you’re about to fill me up. I want to hear that moment. I want to feel you trying to push even deeper as you come.

I’ll keep my legs wrapped around you so you can’t go anywhere. I’ll whisper for you to give it all to me. And when you’re done, I want to stay just like that… full of you.

Tell me you’d do it. Tell me you’d hold me down and empty yourself inside me without pulling away. Tell me you’d keep going until there’s nothing left.

I want to feel it leaking out of me afterward.

I want to touch myself later and still feel how messy you left me. That’s the part that turns me on the most.

I’ve been thinking about it all day… how warm it would feel. How full I’d be. How I’d look at you afterward with that soft little smile, knowing you just claimed me in the most complete way.

So don’t be careful with me tonight. Be generous. Be messy. Leave me dripping.