Bite ya tongue
We end up off-centre on my bed, with me below him, as he relentlessly fucks my mouth. I’m twisted slightly at an angle and I can feel the side of my tongue being pushed into the sharp edge of my teeth with every thrust.
Dog days
He asks if I am sore, leaning over me with one hand on my back to keep me down, pressing himself up against the entrance of my cunt. We are both breathing heavily, muscles slightly tensed in that taut, tight way that happens just before fucking. He tells me – matter-of-factly – that he doesn’t actually care if I am am sore as he pushes inside me.