Love to have a low sexy growl in my ear, hot breath against my neck, telling me how pleased his cock is to be deep inside me. His word is my only concern, anything he wants from me is his to take and do as he pleases. I exist at his pleasure and for no other unless he wishes it. He speaks, and i do, without question or concern. Inside to the hilt, but stock-still, I can feel him deep, ponderous, waiting. And when he moves, even if only a twitch or tic, a hundred electric fingers pinching my skin, restarting my heart, setting me up again...