Just a mood...

Not in the mood to call you baby girl or little one or princess.
I’m in the mood to call you my whore, my cum dump, my fuck toy.
Not in the mood for you to playfully look back and smile at your spankings.
I’m in the mood to hear your cries and see tears running down your face.
Your ass being whipped as my cock throbs harder with each thrust.
I’m not in the mood to have you crawling over to me and kneeling.
I’m in the mood to grab you by your hair, pull you to me and tell you what I’m about to do to you.
I’m not in the mood to have your pretty face in my hands as you sensually suck my cock.
I’m in the mood to have your head firmly in both my hands as I shove my cock down your throat.
Turning your pretty face into a gorgeous and sloppy mess. Not in the mood to feel your hands all over me.
I’m in the mood to restrain you and have all three holes at my mercy.
I’m not in the mood to slowly build and tease.
I’m in the mood to fuck you and watch your orgasms erupt violently and repeatedly.
I’m not in the mood to fuck you.
I’m in the mood to destroy all three holes I own.
I’m not in the mood to hear you beg for more.
I’m in the mood to hear you beg for no more.

Yes.
I’m in a mood.