I love it when you’re rough with me. All those things you do to make me feel weak and small compared to you. When you slap my face, my pussy gets wet and soft. I crave the feeling of your hard smacks against my round peachy ass. But there is something that I love that borders on the edge of social acceptability. I need the feel of your hands around my throat choking me until I squeak questioning whether you’ll let go or not.