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A first draft...

God, you’re pushed over hard in front of me. All the layers of you that I’ve seen today, from your grace to your driving insistence to have me inside. I’m pleased to oblige ma’am. Only if you insist. And how you insist, woman.

What is it that I like best about being inside you like this? Must be the cold-floor-tile warm-clenchy-cunty thing. Feels like I’m attached to the world in just three places. Two feet and you. Two feet and your pussycuntlickablefuckhole. Sorry, forget I wrote that. Two braced legs and your warm smotheringly fuckiness. Yes, that sounds about it. As for the sounds you’re making, shall we say they’re more of a coursing cursing, delighting obscenity sort of moment. The time when you throw off your grace and a million years of evolution takes control of your mind.

Watching your legs flexing against mine, I recall how they looked in your boots and the pattered tights that called my attention to them. You must have noticed how I mused on the contrast between the crumpled brown leather and the smooth lickable you-ness. Well of course you did, naturally you did. Else why did you touch my hand and smile the smile which means just one thing: I Want You, Too.

And now I’m here with my hands kneading your shoulders as you reach down to my balls.

The sight of you stepping back and forth in your heels. Totteringly desireable. Wanting to bring you balance, wanting to feel your poise as I glide into you. Poise me. Piss me too, if that’s your pleasure. I’m all yours.

My arse sweeping back into the space behind me, as you drag me left and right with your woman’s drifting around me. I feel every muscle in my back easing me as far away as I dare, to sample your constriction around my erection. Clutch me darling. Reach out to me as I reach inside you.

Then my climax dragging me wildly into you, pulling you down onto me as I sink to kneeling under you. I feel your wetness shyling weeping out over my body. Our bodies blossom out against each other, as do our hearts.