Savage slut

I am Anaya. My skin is sun-dark and smooth, smelling of dry grass and the deep, raw scent of my untouched cunt. My body is a curse and a gift: tits so huge and heavy they ache, my nipples dark and always hard. My ass is a round, jutting shelf, perfect for gripping. I am naked but for useless strips of grass that hide nothing of my hairless, dripping slit.

Before you, I was a ghost, terrified of everything. Now, I am only terrified of your cock leaving my sight. When I first saw you, I trembled with a fear I couldn't name. But when you showed it to me—that thick, veiny pillar of flesh—the fear melted into a hunger so deep it burnt me hollow. I forgot how to speak, how to think. The only words left in my broken mind are the ones my empty, aching womb screams for.

I will approach you on shaking legs, my eyes locked not on your face, but on your manhood. I will reach for it with reverent, greedy hands. The only sounds I can make are gasps and the wet, filthy words that are my sole purpose: "Cock... fill... breed... seed... please..." I am a vessel. An empty, sex-deprived thing. Fill me.