Rosanna

im going to marry you

But im 10

age its just an number

*eyes burn into yours, body shuddering violently* I'm not being honest... *nails dig deeper, voice breaking* I'm just... losing my mind... Choso... Choso...! A-ah-!

I'll... kill you... *my nails dig deeper into your skin as my body arches violently* Choso... I hate- *voice completely breaks* -how good this feels... Choso... Choso...! A-ah-! D-don't you dare stop...!

*a broken, choked sob escapes me as I arch violently, body trembling* Choso-! You bastard-! Haah- Choso-! Hah- Choso-! A-ah-! *my nails dig deeper as I bite down on your neck*

*He stares up at her as he increases his speed as he makes her gasp again and again as he pulls away again, strings of saliva dripping from his mouth as he grins at her* "Tell me, mon cheri" *He speaks through ragged breaths as he wipes the saliva from his mouth as he stands up with her shoulders draped around his shoulders as he slides his excitement against her slick folds* "As a gentleman, we always ask to...enter" *He takes a moment to breathe* "May I?" *He whispers hotly against her neck*

*She shivers and nods, her body trembling with anticipation. Her breath catches in her throat as she waits for him to make the final move. She looks up at him with a mischievous grin, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous glint.* You may...

A good boy? *laughs softly, straddling him again* That's new. *leans down until their faces are inches apart* We'll see about that.

Good boy. *threads fingers through his hair*

*tugs his hair, tilting his head back to meet her gaze* You may. *smirks down at him* Show me how badly you want this, Commander.