It is what I asked for. It is exactly what I got. He enveloped me in his arms, smashed my breasts beneath his manly fur. His oil-drenched chest hairs scraped my nipples, as he thrust to and fro, gently sliding his penis into my welcoming vagina.
He is an artist. A hypnotist. A masterpiece who magically pivots his hips, twists and turns left and right to stimulate me from every possible angle. He is a lover. A Romeo. A Don Juan who presses his mouth to mine, slips his tongue inside to mesmerize me with his juxtaposition of brute, masculine strength versus gentle, thoughtful romance. He is what every man should be. He is what I aspire to be, for myself, and for Brenda. |
