Dick. ‘I need you…’
‘No- I mean- I want you- I want you to…’
‘What?’ ‘You want me to… what?’
I continue. Porn video They can’t fuck with me. The screaming inside you will subdue, as the metronome starts and the relentless, rhythmic beat begins. How your muscles squeeze around my fingers when my palm delivers the searing, stinging relief you need, almost as much as the orgasm you know will follow. Where does he get off? You know there’s only a small hurdle to overcome, then you’ll be free of the cacophony, this uncoordinated, conductor-less orchestra roaring in your brain; but it feels insurmountable. You make my rope bite harder. Your head is a perfect contradiction. You know who you are.
