He’s a fucking hurricane of desire and pleasure and destruction

I have no choice but to keep my distance

I simply cannot resist him when I’m near him. His voice – seductive sounds

His words – his eyes, fuck me now!

His fingers inside me

Calling me, drawing me out

“There you are, baby” he whispers when he has my gspot at the edge of his fingertips

There I am — a wet, whimpering mess… Fuck!

I cannot escape his lust, his pull, his big fat cock

To stay sane, I must avoid him

He is a hurricane of desire and pleasure and lust. So much ecstasy

I dare not touch