He is so many lovers in one, from sensitive to domineering, but always overflowing with love. He loves me so softly in the way he will sometimes snuggle into my bosom like a child to his mother or how he strokes me like a good gurl or massages my scalp better than any hair stylist can while washing my hair, but those things just get us purring. I know he is warmed up when those same hands grab my mane and pull my head into the mattress and his kisses go from good night to get up as he bites and tugs at my lips or when his happy sounds go from happy to horny, and if I’m lucky that hand in my mane will direct my wanton mouth to his growing staff as his pleas turn demanding as he guides my hungry mouth deep over my thick and hardening sex toy. Here, he manages to ride the thin line between loving me softly and tough love as he knows just how far to push my mouth over him and leans just the right amount on the hard side as he tests my gag reflexes and makes me want to swallow all of him. When he has had enough, he will either push me over onto my back or press me up and plant me onto his face because what he always wants suits both of us just fine. Especially when he orders me to spread myself for him or even better when he pushes my thighs apart or pulls my pussy to him and my haunches wide as he forcibly spreads me with his gratifying face.
Here is where he reigns and shines perfectly at home. It is his mother fucking house and he owns me as well as he dictates my orgasms like the skilled maestro he is. He eats me alive and gets his face and hands durty as he really enjoys his work. He revs my engine until I redline, and he lets off the gas before he will continue to push my limits as he seems to know them better than I do. On occasions, when my motor takes longer to warm up, he takes his time to finely adjust my timing and perseveres perfectly with his tenacious and tireless tongue. He knows when and where to probe with those finely tuned, surgical fingers that spread me taut enough or tease me just right in the places we never want to admit we covet. If my engine is still too cold and isn’t purring to his specifications, he will find my fleshy starter and massage it like a heart surgeon’s hand wrapped around a stalled heart until my motor does come back to life and all my pistons are firing with the excess of lubrication he thrives on. Only then will he want to take me for a test drive around the track and put me where ever he wants me before filling me so perfectly with his cock which jolts me to another level like the ignition spurred by spark plugs or more accurately, the bolts of lightning to Frankenstein’s monster.
I don’t pretend to know what he wants and appreciate that he does when he puts me onto all fours and spreads my stance like a durty cop, fills me like the durty bitch the position suggests, and fucks me just the same. It’s that first unimaginably deep ram of his cock that breaks my will as his strong hands hold me in place at my hips while also leaving worthy love bruises. After that first one that awakens the beast in me, he slows to a torturous snail pace as he withdraws at what seems like an eternity before he rams me deep again. With each blow, I squeal because it feels like he is splitting me in half so wonderfully. I can’t wait for our bodies to collide again and beg him to go faster. He rams me harder yet before pulling me up and back to him by my mane for a hungry kiss and asks me questions that he perfectly knows the answers to and that I already begged for. He makes me repeat them even so and I happily plead my case as he pinches my nipple before his hands goes down to feel it for himself as my clit screams for more. Finally convinced, he pushes me back down onto all fours and gives me all and more than I deserve. I don’t know how he moves so fast and hard as he hammers me deeper into submission and I don’t dare tell him that I’ve cum already. He knows though by the evidence obvious on his cock and by my shaky stance and pushes me disappointedly off his cock and flat onto my stomach and asks if he said it was okay to come? I love it and can only shake my head, too anxious for my penance as he roughly grabs my hair hard and fills me again. I’m never sure how much more I can take, but he does as he has managed me well and as he again puts his weight on my back and threatens with a deep growl into my ear that I better not cum again until he says I can. BAMM! I came again, and he punished me perfectly for my insolence as he churned me like butter to more orgasms than I could count. Finally realizing that his heavy-handedness was working too well and not to mention that he had to be exhausted, he turned me onto my back where we finish where the story began. Having that total body-to-body contact changes the tune of our love from old-style, long-haired metal to soul-clapping bump and grind. We both danced our final dance, singing into each other’s ears the words to our favorite song “I’m cumming” and finish so totally sated, spent and me grateful that he snuggled his way into convincing me to play.
Happy Hump Day!!
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