You keep asking me what do I want, and I respond with a cheeky grin, but not an actual answer.
There are many reasons to that: because I don't know what I want, because I don't think I deserve what I want,
Because it's too much to ask, I don't have the right. I'm just being a greedy slut and I should be happy with what I've got.
Another reason I never answer your question is because you ask when I already got your cock in my mouth, and I'm content.
I want to please you. I want to be a good a girl and push my limits to do so. I want my body and mind to be forced into uncomfortable positions.
I want to be broken and put back together.
I want you to fuck me brutally while you hold my hand, and kiss me tenderly while you smack my thigh.
I want too much attention, I want to be held and comforted, my head stroked and sweet nothings whispered in my ear. Like the tiny little girl that I am.
I want to go on adventures, mostly figuratively, but also the kind with a map and a picnic.
I want more post sex spanking and cuddles,
More rough handling and more gentle touches.
I want you to play with me for an entire weekend, break me and put me back together over and over again.
And for the love of god, play with my boobs, bite on my nipples, always and as hard as you can.