My mind’s eye fills with sensual, illicit images and flashes. Glimpses of the veins popping on the back of his hands as they pin hers to the bed. Snapshots of his lips and stubbled beard grazing her exposed throat. His hips thrusting, pumping, rolling against her body. My chest tightens, and I’m struck down, voiceless, like always seems to happen around him.
MM, but don't forget the gratuitous, unwarranted MF sex scene…
