More The unfeigned truth is that I want more More of it all More of the sounds you make when I’m inside you More moments when your face crumbles with the thrill of my invasion the surprise of it feeling
the sounds you make when I fuck you are the sounds only made by men who want it, love it wait for it breathlessly part whimper, part moan the rest pure abandon with a measure of deep yearning a soft,
The curve of your ass is One of the most delicious things in my world I objectify the fuck out of it regularly I dream of what your ass will look like In all the positions I want to place
(With Apologies to Clement Clarke Moore) Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a sex toy was stirring; we were still making out. The harness was hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that with
You ask for the larger one. As I slip the harness on you shyly ask if perhaps… I could fuck you with our biggest toy. I raise my eyebrows at your request. That toy can be fickle. It has delivered
beneath my closed eyelids…I remember I remember how we just stared at each other for a time when we first met much had already passed between us we’d shared so many of our deeper layers that all we did was
naked touch skin against skin smooth and hairy soft and hard lips touching lips i hold you in thrall with my tongue sinuous and swirling touching places hot and hidden sounds you make confirming your thrills as
I feel closer to a man after I’ve pegged him. I feel honored with the openness he allows me to see. It takes a strong, confident man to allow vulnerability and role reversal. His vulnerability is a gift. I
I feel you throb in my hand as I claim my space inside you I am in so deep that it’s like I come out the end of your cock. ♥Ruby Ryder♥
laying on the bed waiting wanting willing the bathroom light illuminates her shape as she returns i catch a glimpse of her profile erect erotic endowed i can feel the pulse of my anticipation …everywhere © ♥Ruby Ryder♥