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