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In the middle of making luv I realized it wasn’t for me. I just wanna fuck. It’s the kink that drives the inner beast to growl. Sex is better with lusts. Sensual passion is for the weak. I’d rather have fun. As control is the trigger that I crave. I need a certain type of trust. It’s the man within that doesn’t wanna be buried alive. There’s just something about the lips with a finger hushed. As flesh is desired to create a thrill on the loose. I enjoy being felt deep in the gut. Pain and pleasure mixes well together. As sweat makes it difficult for bodies to stay flush. With ropes and restrains that provoke the freak. To play with the endless possibilities of the rush. Fucked just right so the orgasm cannot lie. Expressed through moans telling the truth until hormones gush. Twisting reality into a norm groped and fondled. Doing things that will make others blush. There's a usefulness in using another for personal stimulations. Into temptations luring a friend to open up. To be as is in the perfection of perversions wanting to play. Giving another the will of orgasms that cum as dirty as the imagination that never gets lovestruck. The slow grind just ain't my kinda thing. I'd rather taste the flow that pours like a waterfall from above. Face used as a sit and spin until the drip is uncontrollable. Participating in all the filth that turns needs into wants. Creating an epic scene every time the doors close. Click, with locks that gives privacy so depths that are free to run. Like wild dreams coming to life. Feeling around in the dark as the beast slaps a spanking across the butt. As naughty secrets are known. It's whatever until the sun comes up...