Dirty Talking Man

How can one best describe such a woman? Her vagina is alive. It has muscles with which she can exert at least some small measure of control and acknowledgment of your intruding hardness. She has hips that can move, a body that does more than just lie there dispassionately, and she also knows how and when to surrender to you. A Great Fuck knows how to entice you into her body and to keep you there. She knows how to get you to scrub your erection up one side of her cunt and down the other, how to get you to penetrate her deep or shallow, quick or slow, whether you are on top of her and pumping away, or whether she is on top and in control.

A Great Fuck loves to fuck. Loves to be fucked. Loves to feel your stiffness rooting around, stretching and rubbing. Loves to be penetrated, to feel your cockhead prodding past her entryway, again and again. She loves to be held, to be desired, to feel your passion igniting hers and hers igniting yours. She loves to climax, as many times as she and you can manage. And she loves you to climax. She loves your deep, rutting thrusts that press your pubic bone against her inflamed vulva and her solitary soldier that stands at attention and just wants to join in. She craves your frantic final lunges and the long, pulsing releases of your white-hot seed into her cunt as she clenches around your stalk and squirms her hips against the paralyzed rigidity of your body.

I propose a toast: May your lover know what is down there between their legs, may she know how to use it, and may she become be the dirty cumslut she secretly wants to be so you can fuck her senseless whenever you feel like it.