So you can bend me over on the couch? Pull my hair? Make me scream until I'm hoarse?

[The words spill out past her lips and into his ears, part her airing her desires, the things she wants him to do to her the next time they find themselves alone, the things she misses so much and the other part letting him know she's no shrinking violet.

She fists her hands in his hair and the pulling is unintentional, just timed exactly as he slams inside her oh so right, pelvis rubbing against her clit.]

Fuck... do that again. Please, Jimmy, do that again.