Naturally, that is not the case. My prehistoric man is never there. "Good."
While his hands slowly investigate my body, he leans in and kisses the base of my neck. But there must be...more. I reach behind me to touch him, and he kisses the side of my face as I do so. I have to reach over my head. "Victor Damion, you've already made love to me—and it was absolutely wonderful—but it's been three months since we were together, and I really just need you to f**k me hard," I told him.
I can feel his hearty chuckle brushing up against my ear. "Baby, there is no need for you to repeat that to me." He grabs both of my hands, raises them above my head, and continues to use his hips to encourage me to roll over onto my stomach. "Lower your head."
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