I'd lay her down on her back and remove her pants. I'd stroke her cock through her briefs and watch her eyes as she curiously concentrates on what I'm doing, trying to absorb every little sense. When she starts to get hard, I'd pull her cock out of her underwear and watch her feel the relief of being free of the constraints...out in the cool air, where she can feel the warmth of my hand directly on her smooth skin.

I'd let my hand travel up and down her cock slowly, trying to feel her veins, and that beautiful ridge formed by the head meeting the shaft. I'd softly rub that little spot under the head. The one she knows drives me wild. And on a downstroke, I'd let my hand run past the base to her balls where I would cup them in my hand to feel the fullness of them. I'd give them a gently squeeze to watch how she realizes how close she is to pain, but not a bad kind of pain. I want to see the moment she comprehends how powerless she is in my hands.

And I'd lower my mouth to her cock. I'd take the head in my mouth & swirl my tongue around it, paying particular attention to that little spot underneath. I know I'd get it wet with my saliva so my mouth would easily edge further. Stopping and reversing up to the tip often, increasing the depth I take her in on some thrusts. I'd put my arms across her torso so she doesn't feel tempted to fuck my mouth. I don't want her doing that. Yet.

I want to feel her skin get warm. I want to hear her breathing get heavy. I need that moment when her balls start to swell so I can grasp her hard and suck her deep. I can't wait to feel the blast of cum and hear her scream out in pleasure.

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Though I am different from you,
We were born involved in one another.

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.

Complete surrender should not just come at moments in which one faces overwhelming odds, but in the calm when it seems one is personally in complete control of one's life.