Sailor - who is in control?

Take which ever hole you like, fill me up, fuck me up. I begged you to sodomise me but now the pain rips through me in a sufferance. You repeatedly drive yourself in, all your weight and intent. I come again and again. Who is in control? Your fingers fill my cunt. 

"I think I am". 

Take me again. I've stopped thinking at all. 

You talk to me in a beautiful growl. You talk to me about stretching my holes, about making me gape, what a slut I am, what a body, what a dirty filthy whore, what a thing to desire, what a thing to want, what a way to send us off to work. 

I scoop out your fluids from inside my cunt and I eat them, and I don't want to wash your smell away. I don't want to take it off my skin. I don't want you to go. But you have to.