He’s the guilty pleasure I never knew existed and now wonder how I’ll ever live without. It’s his words. It’s his actions. It’s the feel of his cock teasing each and every nerve within. It’s the grip of his hands on my skin that say I’m his. That he’s mine. That he’s controlling every ounce of pleasure until there is no control left. Just bliss. Just him. Just us. Just the way we seemingly fit perfect together.
