I’m Addicted to Being Owned and Gaped

Alright, I’m just gonna lay it all out there because I can’t keep this shit bottled up anymore. I fucking love getting my ass pounded, and I’m not ashamed to scream it from the rooftops. There’s nothing that gets me harder than the thought of being completely owned, stretched wide, and taken to my absolute limits. When my girl straps on that thick, unforgiving toy and towers over me, I’m a goddamn mess. The way she looks at me with that wicked smirk, calling me her dirty little bitch, it sends me straight into a frenzy. I can feel my whole body trembling, begging for her to take control and ruin me. That first push, the raw burn of penetration as she forces her way in, it’s like a fucking drug. I’m addicted to that moment when I’m gaped open, vulnerable, and just surrendering every ounce of myself to her power. It’s not just the physical shit, though, oh no. It’s the way her words cut through me, making me feel so small, so owned, like I’m nothing but her plaything. My mind just fucking explodes with this primal need to be dominated, to be used in the filthiest way possible. Every thrust, every degrading name she growls at me, it’s like I’m drowning in pure, unadulterated ecstasy. I can’t get enough of that rush, that feeling of being utterly broken and loving every second of it. I’m a slut for it, plain and simple, and I don’t give a fuck who knows. I live for those moments where I’m on my knees, ass up, just waiting to be claimed and fucked into oblivion. It’s my dirty little heaven, and I’m not sorry for a damn thing.