My last post was mostly how much I love you, but ya know, this is "lust." I know you don't want to think that our bond is mostly about sex. So on the phone and in conversation I'll try to stress the love part. And here's where I'll dwell on fucking you. I can't believe the things you're capable of. I can't believe the strength of your cunt muscles and I can't believe how hard you squeeze my cock when you cum. It actually hurts, the best pain I've ever felt. I can't believe your cunt is just as tight and snug as your arse. I can't believe how much you loved me fucking your arse, and how you nonchalantly mentioned I'll have to repeat it "once a week... at least." I can't believe the things you like to do for and with me. Oops, talking love again. Sorry. it's just that to me it's all one thing: you. Last week when you had food poisoning I held you and felt you shake, and a wave of love hit me like a tidal wave; it reminded me how much I need you. But damn, girl, even sick as a dog I would have fucked you right then and there.

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