The Older Dom- Our sort of taboo?

He enters between my legs and his flesh slides into me, skin on skin, wet hot heat, deliciously intimate, our sort of taboo. We simultaneously close our eyes and he shudders and I cry out. It feels beyond beautiful, perfectly fitting, him inside me, deep and unprotected, with his piercing rubbing the rough skin of my insides.

We are both in our own powerful worlds. My mind spins as his thrusts blend into an endless rhythm or pleasure and insistence. I am so tight and so wet and he feels so full inside me. My mind coaxes out words and promises, I whisper to him and tell him that my body is his as the fleshy meat of my cunt closes around him in an orgasm. I lose myself in immense relief. I call at him, "Please. You. God, your skin. Oh, this feels so good".