I like it when you make me hold my breath, restrained and held down by the weight of your lust. I enjoy how it robs me of sight and I’m forced to use other senses.

I focus on the sounds of your moans, the taste of you and the feel of your folds filling up my hands. You push me to multitask, to imagine the face you make while I gasp for air and you heavy breathe.

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