To this day, I'm still fucking him as hard as I can, and he's still trying to clit me. In the mirror, I examine my appearance. From this vantage point, I find myself longing to see the precise point of union between us. I'd want to see his huge waistline melt away within my slender climax. What I really want to see is my body slowly, endlessly, engulfing him. I sigh and take a deep breath. Saying, "David, I need you to fuck me again"

I'm f*cking you right now.

This is a reiteration of a previous statement. But I'd want to record it. It's so enticing to observe that...