There's a romance to the in-person pegging session that's hard to describe.
The nervousness and excitement as he comes in, uncertain of what he'll find.
The melting of tension as he finds himself in trustworthy hands with an experienced, sensual professional.
The easing of tension as I make jokes, we laugh, we share a few moments of being human before we become primal.
The way he melts under my touch, his muscles softening with each caress.
The easing of tense ass muscles as my fingers work gently and with reverence.
The soft gasp or moan when I penetrate.
The absorbed heavy breathing of trying to take in and enjoy every single moment as I fuck him tenderly but firmly, my entire self committed to this experience.
This is so perfect and no online or virtual experience can fulfill this desire for me. There's something so human, so primal about being able to create this experience with bare hands and a strap-on. The way we transport to our own little universe together in that shared moment.
By Emma Riot
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