When you can’t get control of the words.
That’s the moment I am looking for.
When your verbal capacity is being stolen by moans and screams and there is just no room for actual words.
Moaning. Screaming. Trying your hardest to use your words.
But you just can’t.
Because that cock deep inside you just feels so good. Hitting inside you deep.
O spot is taking fire. Cervix on alert. Your end is being reached, over and over and over.
If you talk, you think you just might lose this orgasm. So you shut up. And you just make noises. You just carry on with your noises.
And then you mouth it to me. No words. Just lips. “Fuck me, harder.” “Daddy, fuck me harder.”
I hear you, though I don’t hear you. I know what you want to say.
So I accommodate. Harder. Fistful of your hair and I go for broke on your little tight pussy until I see the epic rush wash over you.
And as you cum, and as I cum, I finally hear your words. They sound a lot like this: “How the fuck do you know how to do what you do?”
I guess I just got lucky.