There is something about him that makes me feel awfully wicked. He makes me want to do shockingly dirty things. Maybe it's because he's so proper. Sometimes when I look at him, I want to tear off all his clothes and fuck him where he stands.
There is no question that I am the center of his erotic world. I make sure this is part of our normal. I love having him like this, inside me, burning for release. Burning for me.
