Two against one: a sleepy struggle fuck
Two weeks ago, in the early hours of the morning, I reminded the guy lying next to me in bed that he’d told me to fight him. What followed was a glorious struggle, which ended with me on top of him, breathless from the orgasm he’d given me with his fingers. Struggle-fucking and playing with elements of consenting non-consent feature prominently in my fantasies right now, hence my attempts at writing this.Read More →