It pounds in time to my heart. My world is consumed by the woman, the fucking beautiful goddess in my arms. She may be rude, impulsive, brash, and loud, but fuck if I’m not obsessed with every inch of her. From her smart fucking mouth to her insane talent. I could watch her dance all night, like my own private show, but feeling her flow against me? It has me imagining just how she would move as I fucked her—something I’ve imagined every single fucking day since I met her.
