Ladies, I don’t know if you heard, but men are visual creatures. Yep. No joke. Oh yeah, another thing. I am a man, aka, a visual creature. Two facts all in one paragraph.
I absolutely melt into a puddle when a woman can “sell it.” Be it a wink, a smirk, standing across the room as you slowly strip your clothes off and twirl and slap your own ass, sit on the bed and finger your beautiful clit, or this right here: crawling to Daddy.
Personally, I find this quality in a woman to be exceptionally rare. It’s like they forget to do this. To “sell it.” I will have those sexy visuals whether you want to give them or not. As I finger or eat or fuck an orgasm out of you, you have no choice to give me a visual in your face and body language.
But sometimes I would just love for you to “sell it”. To understand, how my mind works, and that owning your sexiness with confidence is such a turn on. Put on some matching lingerie, stand over there, turn away from me, bend over, and pull your panties down ever so slowly to reveal your bare, beautiful pussy.
My lord. That’s it. Fuck it. I’m done.
Hand around your neck, up against a wall, rub orgasm numero uno out from your clit until I have to hold you up by the neck to keep you from falling down. Toss you on the bed, hands under the back of your knees and number two as I eat you with vigor. Fingers pulling a 3rd from your G. Then another of the squirt variety and a couple from your cervix as I dig you out and fuck you as hard and deep as my dick will allow.
You flipped the switch when you crawled to me. When you danced. When you stripped. When you winked. When you ran your tongue over your red lips.
You want the cycle of rough sex passionate orgasms? You want me at my finest?