Predator and prey.

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Your hunger, my need.
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Grab me by the cunt.
Your cunt, if I'm being honest.
There is no part of me that doesn't belong to you.

Your breath hot on the back of my neck.
Your teeth sharp as they sink deep into my skin.
My voice low and hoarse as I cry out in pain and arousal.

I am prey. You are Predator.

My body thrills to it as you deliberately bend me over.
Your hand is still painfully gripping the now moist cunt between my legs.
Your other hand on my shoulders pushing me down.

Down.

I hear your zipper and I moan with wanton abandon.
Greedy fucking slut that I am.
The head of your cock nudging against my wet hole now.

Your hard strong hand moving to my belly as you push in.
Thrusting.
Raging inside me.

Feasting on my need to service you.
My hands around my ankles as I rock against you.
Thrusting.
Pulsing.
Spending deep in me.

Your sweet hot seed spreading warm and deep into my womb.
I tremble as you stand behind me.

Your breathing is ragged but your hand rubs my belly so tenderly.
I am the cradle for your release, your rage, your hunger.
I need this more than air.

I am prey, you are Predator.
Mate.

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