Your animated patter, waving your fork at me as you chew dinner and talk to me in that buttery voice.
My legs feel like a chicken, popped at the joint.
Your dick is a bit small but sometimes sheer enthusiasm compensates for that sort of thing, I think.
Your hair, tousled. Dark and dappled eyes and light, such a handsome face - but so much unnecessary feeling, with your sweeping continental emotions. You’re hot with me, you’re cold with me. It irritates my common sense.
Lean over my body and spread my thighs so wide. Tell me again that I have a beautiful smile and eyes and a wonderful laugh.
Stop making things harder than they need to be, except your cock inside me - make that harder.
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