No, you don’t get to kiss my lips.
As you hover over me, a look of longing winking in your eyes, so close to giving in to your need to make it more intimate than it can ever be. I close my eyes, turn my head, and savor the talented way you fuck me.
I’m not your girlfriend or your wife that you have bound yourself to. This isn’t love and it never will be.
You’ve mistaken me for a tender lover open to more, but I open my thighs to remind you who I am to you. I’m the hot cunt you sink in to when what you get at home isn’t enough. More willing than any woman will ever be for you.
You may take me as hard as you like for as long as you like, but you don’t get to kiss my lips. We have to mean more to be so intimate.