His dick stroke was God.
When he was on top of me.
His back would recoil. Arch backwards. Then slowly his pelvis would tilt
downwards into me. His abs would flex, offering more leverage to his tilt and his length, his broad girth would part my walls. He would clench his ass as if he was squeezing the last inches of his deep strokes. Then when he reached the root of my yoni he’d push his entire body up the length of mine. Pause. Then slowly recoil backwards. All this in one smooth, unhurried motion. Repeatedly. With intent.
Until I crumbled like Jenga.
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