So I should wait to say it until she's on all fours in front of me, with my hand wrapped in her hair and my cock buried in her pussy. Her head's tilted back and her eyes are glazed over. Her ass cheeks are red from the slap of my thighs (and maybe a hand) against them. Her clit is standing out, crying for each time my swaying testicles bump it. Sweat is dripping from my face and chest as I'm thrusting into her and pulling back on her hair like I'm bringing a race horse to a stop.

















And not holler that out when they ask for our full names while we're at our mortgage closing?

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Though I am different from you,
We were born involved in one another.

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.

Complete surrender should not just come at moments in which one faces overwhelming odds, but in the calm when it seems one is personally in complete control of one's life.