In passionate and rough dominant sex, I believe each of the five senses is crucial.
The vision of you in your naked candor has always wiped me out mentally. It’s the first phase typically – seeing you.
The smell, of your hair, perfume, lotion, and scent. Fuck. Goddamn. Feeling your delicate skin, your wetness, the inside of your deepest treasures, is a fucking prize only I can understand.
The taste of your pussy as I devour you. The faint tinge of salt over the skin on your body.
And the sounds. The moans and screams I force out of you and when you say “Please, Daddy, fuck me harder. Please, Daddy, fuck my ass”.
I could hear that all day and never tire.