He leaks sweat onto my skin while I bathed in his breathing...
My eyes fall shut.
While carressing my nipples with an intensity that burns to a degree that pierces me deep internally,
he enters his inches with precised control seemingly though, he thought this through
touching me with his tenderness, his bold, he grabs my arms lifting them over my head so he can view me...
my flaws...
my beauty...
In awe, I can see through his eyes that he loves what he sees
I'm soaked from fluid that he flushed from me while easing his prick into my gush
Though I've been taught to contro my muscles... learnings that I use to squeeze and release, he has a rhythm that follows my every pull, my every let go..
so fluently I follow, like a natural beast I take control and roll over to expose my unique sexual posture..
but
I wake up..