The air you breathe is a privilege I grant you. You don’t know when I will allow you to breathe again. With your neck closed between my legs, all you can do is wait for me to free you. At first I will be good, I will hold you for less time, but then I will want to see you suffer and gasping for air, I want to feel your hands needlessly trying to loosen my grip. You’re not even free to breathe. You belong to me.

L'aria che respiri è un privilegio che io ti concedo. Non puoi sapere quando ti permetterò di respirare di nuovo. Con il tuo collo chiuso tra le mie gambe, non p... Show more