When I first fucked a woman, it was all about warm and wet and fun.
Then I cared, and it was about her pleasure though I didn’t know how to deliver it.
Then it was an awakening of anger and dominance when I really became me, and perfecting my craft each time with intent as I move towards the goal of making a woman cum just by looking at her.
I’m not there yet. I never will be. But sure love trying to get better. And getting better, I am.
But the hair pull. The hair pull is so natural.
Grab a fistful of that fucking beautiful hair and hatefuck a love into you and bring home an annihilation of you met by absolute aftercare.