Your gaze is mesmerizing, overwhelming, absorbing. Blowjob sex Almost mechanically, certainly not with deliberation, I unbutton my jeans, pushing them off my hips and letting them slip to the floor. He seems to be perpetually angry, a pink, red, and purple veiny thing that takes getting used to each time we make love, but I need services only he can provide. You carry me into our bedroom and we collapse on the bed with you towering above me, your hands on my breasts, kneading them as you lean in and kiss me. You know the mood I’m in, it’s naughty, not delicate, and you instinctively push me off of you and down onto my belly. Broad, strong, muscular, all of you is delightfully intimidating but your shoulders? You are a husband, taking and using what is his, and I am a wife, unable to do anything else but be your plaything.
