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I would do anything

I want to peg Ike, to see his sweet body quiver beneath me in pleasure. To corner him in his study while he diligently types away, delicately placing my hands on his. To tenderly kiss his lips, to nibble his ear and his neck as the tension slowly builds between us. To stroke his body until he is blinded by the fog on his glasses. I want to tie him up and force him to the ground, his voice hoarse from my hand around his throat, begging me to move faster, touch him more. But I will not because this is my show, and his pleasure is secondary to my enjoyment. I want to slide my fingers in his ass and stretch his hole till he is ready, to massage his prostate until he begs for me to fuck him. I want to delicately slide my dildo in his supple ass while he moans in ecstasy, tears and drool streaming down his face. I want to grab him by the hair and pump him stupid until the sheets beneath him are a pool of lube and cum.
After I've made him squeal and orgasm to my satisfaction I want to hold him close and tell him he did a good job while he licks my strap clean; let him know that he is a good boy. I want to pat his head and whisper loving affirmations, his glasses askew and his face a mess.
Nothing else could satisfy me like pegging Ike. I love him so much and want to show my love by making him feel the sheer pleasure of having his prostate pounded. I long for his voice calling my name while I give him all the pleasure he could ever want.
And eventually, in the hazy predawn light, as the morning dew forms on the grass outside, he will look at my still sleeping face. A gentle hand will pass down my cheek while the other produces a knife from under the pillow. It will glide gently into my throat as I glided into him and I will know as much pleasure from the experience. My eyes will open only once, and they will see his pulled wide by taught muscle, pupils dilated by a maddening lust, and I will pass into the realm beyond knowing that in the end I gave him all of the world’s pleasures.

I want to peg Ike, to see his sweet body quiver beneath me in pleasure. To corner him in his study while he diligently types away, delicately placing my hands on his. To tenderly kiss his lips, to nibble his ear and his neck as the tension slowly builds between us. To stroke his body until he is blinded by the fog on his glasses. I want to tie him up and force him to the ground, his voice hoarse from my hand around his throat, begging me to move faster, touch him more. But I will not because this is my show, and his pleasure is secondary to my enjoyment. I want to slide my fingers in his ass and stretch his hole till he is ready, to massage his prostate until he begs for me to fuck him. I want to delicately slide my dildo in his supple ass while he moans in ecstasy, tears and drool streaming down his face. I want to grab him by the hair and pump him stupid until the sheets beneath him are a pool of lube and cum.
After I've made him squeal and orgasm to my satisfaction I want to hold him close and tell him he did a good job while he licks my strap clean; let him know that he is a good boy. I want to pat his head and whisper loving affirmations, his glasses askew and his face a mess.
Nothing else could satisfy me like pegging Ike. I love him so much and want to show my love by making him feel the sheer pleasure of having his prostate pounded. I long for his voice calling my name while I give him all the pleasure he could ever want.
And eventually, in the hazy predawn light, as the morning dew forms on the grass outside, he will look at my still sleeping face. A gentle hand will pass down my cheek while the other produces a knife from under the pillow. It will glide gently into my throat as I glided into him and I will know as much pleasure from the experience. My eyes will open only once, and they will see his pulled wide by taught muscle, pupils dilated by a maddening lust, and I will pass into the realm beyond knowing that in the end I gave him all of the world’s pleasures.

I want to peg Ike, to see his sweet body quiver beneath me in pleasure. To corner him in his study while he diligently types away, delicately placing my hands on his. To tenderly kiss his lips, to nibble his ear and his neck as the tension slowly builds between us. To stroke his body until he is blinded by the fog on his glasses. I want to tie him up and force him to the ground, his voice hoarse from my hand around his throat, begging me to move faster, touch him more. But I will not because this is my show, and his pleasure is secondary to my enjoyment. I want to slide my fingers in his ass and stretch his hole till he is ready, to massage his prostate until he begs for me to fuck him. I want to delicately slide my dildo in his supple ass while he moans in ecstasy, tears and drool streaming down his face. I want to grab him by the hair and pump him stupid until the sheets beneath him are a pool of lube and cum.
After I've made him squeal and orgasm to my satisfaction I want to hold him close and tell him he did a good job while he licks my strap clean; let him know that he is a good boy. I want to pat his head and whisper loving affirmations, his glasses askew and his face a mess.
Nothing else could satisfy me like pegging Ike. I love him so much and want to show my love by making him feel the sheer pleasure of having his prostate pounded. I long for his voice calling my name while I give him all the pleasure he could ever want.
And eventually, in the hazy predawn light, as the morning dew forms on the grass outside, he will look at my still sleeping face. A gentle hand will pass down my cheek while the other produces a knife from under the pillow. It will glide gently into my throat as I glided into him and I will know as much pleasure from the experience. My eyes will open only once, and they will see his pulled wide by taught muscle, pupils dilated by a maddening lust, and I will pass into the realm beyond knowing that in the end I gave him all of the world’s pleasures.