I love one word sentences. There is a simplicity in them. Kneel, Disrobe. Open. Turn. Spread. Relax. Eat. Come. It forces everything into a singular focus without any ambiguity.
The feminine urge to absolutely fuck him into oblivion. To pull his hair, push his head face down into the mattress, pound his ass and cover it with handprints. I need him to be moaning, sighing and bucking like a starved animal. Then to cuddle. Is tha
