I believe her. I believe her when she says she’s jealous. That I’m desirable. That she only wants me. Because I can feel how fucking soaked she is. I can see her full little titties bouncing around when I start pounding again, my fist wrapped around the top of the headboard. I can see the love in her eyes when she looks at me, and I become an immortal warrior in that moment, seeding his woman. I become a confident and dominant version of who I was before, all because she looked at me and saw more.
