Not because of anger, or resentment, but out of sheer power and lust. Sex “My underwear doesn’t match! “You’re going to get me in trouble!” She texted back, with flawless typing. Interesting. “My underwear doesn’t match! At that point, with the alcohol pounding through her system, and the memory of dancing against my massive cock fresh in her mind, she decided to give into her throbbing clitoris that had been yelling at her to do anything and everything I said. Could she want it to end? I need to exert myself. I almost didn’t catch it for the ecstasy her cold hand gave me. I remember your athletic, seductive hips. God, I remember that night like it was yesterday. “If you don’t do what I say now, then you will never have the pleasure of taking my giant swollen cock.”
Somewhere in a club a woman let out a gentle moan. Good girl. But as her hand gripped the firmness of my manhood, and she locked into my hungry eyes, she lost her control of the situation. A jolt of excitement shot through her and she questioned whether or not she should do it. I remember your athletic, seductive hips. But as pleasurable as her touch was to me, it couldn’t compare to the short exhale of breath she gave right afterwards. Picturing her
