He shifts and whisks his lips seriously close towards mine. But then: He is mine, all and solely mine and no one else’s—and I am all his exclusively too. Pornhat I love him. Don’t get me in the wrong. “Give me something sweet and cute to dream about. I don’t want to have sex with him right now, but I am so severely and powerlessly enticed to do this. It is almost like I am now prepared and geared up to receive him. It is easy and straightforward. He does make me much more attractive than I at the at-hand moment am, or doesn’t he? This is how he articulates: Not with a piercingly callous and vinegary voice, but a quite humbled and tuneful tenor.
