I need that left leg to have a mind of its own, flapping and flailing like a leaf in the wind. Yeah, boost my ego you little bitch. God knows us men need it.
As I hammer away at your deepest feel-good zones you can’t help but to just let your physical reactions take hold and do whatever they want.
Physiology runs amok, Papa brings you the leg quake followed by the internal orgasm that floods your entire body, head to toe, less intense than the clitoral but lasting far longer.
Stare up at me. Tell me with your eyes and your clenching body what I do to you. Stroke my ego. Do it. You don’t even have to try.
I am Jack. You are Rose.
I’m the king of the world.