Tatsu thinks she is grooming me. She thinks that she will be the one to lovingly caress my face as we cuddle under the blankets, to gently massage my shoulders after work, to whisper in my ear about how much she loves me and is lucky to have me. The one who will playfully nibble on my ear while wrapping and arm around my neck and slowly tightening he grasp until I can barely breath and barely conscious. The one who will hoist me over her shoulder and toss onto the bed before ripping off my clothes. She thinks she is the one who will have me shaking and moaning while she gives the sloppiest, wettest blowjob, while smiling at me with my cum dripping out of her mouth. That she will be the one to bend me over the edge of the bed and firmly grasp my waist, pounding me from behind and giving me the correction I so desperately need. Tatsu thinks that she will be the one to make me simper on the floor like a dog, begging for just a taste of that tight, tanned Manakete cunny, dripping with divine wetness from simply being in my presence. She thinks that she will condition me into only being able to think about her all day from when I wake up until when I go to sleep.
But she is wrong. I didn't need to be groomed for this all to be true.
