Wet Fire
She liquefied the instant she came with my cock buried deep in her ass, and her desperate whisper, 'fill me, Daddy, please', erased the last of my self-control.
It’s one of the quiet times, when I see a furrow between your eyes or a stare held too long on something intangible. It is as if you’ve paused yourself, or the noise has grown so loud it doesn’t break into a storm but freezes everything instead. I sense a little friction in you, a kind of contradiction where the body says one thing and the mind another. Imagine this, if you will, as a movie scene, captured in a single, un...