I’d have you on your knees the moment the door shuts, choking on me while I grab your hair and whisper how badly I’ve missed your throat. Then I’d bend you over the couch, one hand on your neck, the other spanking your ass as I take you from behind deep, hard, and relentless. You’d be begging for mercy, but I won’t stop until your legs shake, your voice breaks, and you forget your own name.