I know that I should begin with tenderness, introduce you to a fondness which engenders trust, but it's just not in me at the moment. I want to exercise the strength of biceps gripping either side of your head, pushing you down. I want to use the soft parts of you to induce the pleasure which brings me close. I want you to reveal to me those parts which are wet, to press them to my skin - your tongue to my cock, to fill your mouth, to feel the nuance of that divine pressure - my fingers moving along you, that instinctive opening of yourself to me, at the entrance, to be inside you. I want to feel that rhythm and have each of us imagine that it is innate...
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