Clarity

One minute of perfect clarity before it all statics out into a frenzy of fuck. I watch your face, how it changes in a hundred ways as you sink down on me. Live, raw, rote nerve endings transmit the feel of my cockhead nudging your cunt lips open, but watching the widening of your eyes is what sends the shiver up my spine. Intense, mundane pleasure of the push past wet, constricting resistance becomes transcendent with the subtle tightening of your jaw; that little grimace, that tiny sound.

Fall of first fill, my shaft is exquisitely squeezed, but your parting lips, flashing tongue, eyes focusing on the distance mesmerize me. Color rising in your cheeks as hungry cunt lowers, settles. I freeze you like this in my mind, framed in memory before my hands and hips move, and everything burns away.