Feileacan

There is something about being between his thighs... It makes me weak. Weak minded, weak willed, weak in spirit. It breaks me in a beautiful way. There is no other place in the world where I can let my guard down. No other place in the world where I feel this safe. When I am unraveling, I go there in search of solace and it is there that I find it. Protected by two pillars of strength, free from the anxieties that suffocate me, he is my guard. However, when I feel heat rising, twisting and stirring in my veins, it's there I go for an entirely different reason. Between his thighs I am a vixen with unmatched skill. An expert of his body, I bring him to the brink over and over again until his muscles tremble and his penis throbs. With glazed eyes and ragged breath, he allows me to torment him mercilessly and it fuels my inferno. Who else can make him feel the way I do? What other woman can make him cum as hard as I do? There is none. He knows it. I know it. Which is why it is there that I find my strength.