You ask what I like.

Your hand holding my face, the back of my neck, the small of my back as you kiss me.

I am cared for.

Your kisses on my neck, working your way to my ear. Your mouth on me, breath on skin.

I am alive.

Your hand in my hair, heavy cock on my lips, the heated rush as it slides into my mouth.

I am powerful and indulged.

Your hands on my hips, holding me as your cock glides through my folds, teasing, pressing inside.

I am lost in the sensation.

Your touch. Everywhere.