I love his male body. It’s so different from my own . Where I am softness and curves, he is all hardness and angles. We are like a puzzle and all the pieces fit. I was made to be penetrated and he was made to penetrate. The feeling of his thick hard cock inside me is the feeling of perfection. I grip and pull him inside me until I feel him empty inside me. It is perfect.
He has large masculine hands, with thick fingers. My hands disappear into his when he holds them. His hands are capable of such tenderness, the way they cup my face to raise my lips to kiss his. Those strong fingers that stroke my skin, raising shivers of pleasure all along my body. Those same fingers, the fingers that can be so gentle, can also ravage me - twisting and pulling my nipples; fucking my pussy relentlessly. I love those fingers.
His chest is wide and hard. Small tight nipples hide among the fur on his chest. I love his chest, running my hands across it, letting my fingers curl in the hair. I have spent hours with my head on his shoulder, my hand stroking his chest while with one of his strong arms around me, his hand caresses me. Hours of talking and laughing and sleeping. This might be my favourite position.
There is a line of hair that leads down his belly. I have followed that line a hundred times with my fingers or my lips. That line of hair leads to his thick dark cock and heavy balls. He never denies me his cock and balls - he never pulls away and he always revels in the joy I find between his legs. I love the way his cock fills me so full that it almost hurts, but ultimately how that cock makes me cum and cum and cum. And his balls - the way they feel in my hands and my mouth. The smooth skin beneath his balls that lead to his ass. And the way his ass welcomes my mouth and fingers.
He has strong legs, and I love the way the muscles bunch in his thighs when he picks me up to pin me against the wall. He makes me feel feminine and he consumes me. He is every inch a man and makes me feel every inch a woman. He is the only man I would ever let dominate me and he is the only man I would want to dominate.
I love his male body. We are a puzzle and the pieces fit.
He has large masculine hands, with thick fingers. My hands disappear into his when he holds them. His hands are capable of such tenderness, the way they cup my face to raise my lips to kiss his. Those strong fingers that stroke my skin, raising shivers of pleasure all along my body. Those same fingers, the fingers that can be so gentle, can also ravage me - twisting and pulling my nipples; fucking my pussy relentlessly. I love those fingers.
His chest is wide and hard. Small tight nipples hide among the fur on his chest. I love his chest, running my hands across it, letting my fingers curl in the hair. I have spent hours with my head on his shoulder, my hand stroking his chest while with one of his strong arms around me, his hand caresses me. Hours of talking and laughing and sleeping. This might be my favourite position.
There is a line of hair that leads down his belly. I have followed that line a hundred times with my fingers or my lips. That line of hair leads to his thick dark cock and heavy balls. He never denies me his cock and balls - he never pulls away and he always revels in the joy I find between his legs. I love the way his cock fills me so full that it almost hurts, but ultimately how that cock makes me cum and cum and cum. And his balls - the way they feel in my hands and my mouth. The smooth skin beneath his balls that lead to his ass. And the way his ass welcomes my mouth and fingers.
He has strong legs, and I love the way the muscles bunch in his thighs when he picks me up to pin me against the wall. He makes me feel feminine and he consumes me. He is every inch a man and makes me feel every inch a woman. He is the only man I would ever let dominate me and he is the only man I would want to dominate.
I love his male body. We are a puzzle and the pieces fit.