OWNERSHIP!!!

I love it when my dick is all in your mouth. I love the action of your jaws all up and down my shaft. I love the way your hands cup my balls and stroke my hardness and pull all kinds of reactions from my body. I love putting my hands around your head and holding your face right against my stomach. I love the feel of your hands squeezing my ass while you work your throat and swallow the head and full length of my dick.
I love when your air supply gets low and you push against my thighs trying to make some room so you can get more air. But you're not strong enough to move me. Sometimes, I ease back the pressure. Other times, I hold you in place, keep you sucking.
When I do this, your neck movements quicken. You seem panicked. As you push against my legs and I use the necessary force to lock you in place, the extra tension sends blood rushing to my balls. Your frantic struggles don't help you, but the motion turns me on more. As does the way your eyes bug and plead for me to relent. And as do the grunts and moans you make as you try to draw air, any air, from somewhere. But all you've got is a face full of dick!
I love your twisting. Dick's getting harder.
You can't get away. Til I let you.
You know this. We've done this before.
And, yet, you still struggle. Knowing what's coming never overrides the body's need for air.
But like a good freak, you supply what I need.
Choking on my dick is something you really like.
It's a good thing too, because, as good as this feels, if you didn't I'm beyond the point of caring what you want anyway. We don't go until you pass completely out. ( I would hate to catch a body and have to dispose of you. Great dick suckers are so hard to find.) But I do hold your face against my stomach until your body's reflexive attempts to escape grow weaker as oxygen debt clouds your brain. When I let you pull your head away from my now really engorged dick, you sink to your hands and knees. Trying your best to draw enough breath to clear the dizzying fog.
Your reprieve is short lived. I push you to the floor  and flip your ass into the air and slam all the way into your wet, jumping, juicy, steamy hot, and slippery slick, ready to be stretched pussy. Locking my hand around the back of your neck as my stomach bangs into your upturned ass makes certain that you go nowhere til I get what I need. Being jammed full of dick breaks the rhythmic intake of air you've just barely reestablished and turns your efforts to continue breathing into deeply felt, body wracking shivers that leave you gasping even harder to obtain the air which you were denied while your throat was full of my dick.
This is good to me. From the tightness of your opening to the depths of your core where i now am. I hope you're not thinking I'll stop.
One of my strokes hits a really good spot. Your head lifts skyward. Your back arches sharply. Your legs spasm and twitch while your feet hook my ankles and your hands stretch forth wildly, reaching and searching for shit that ain't there.
I'm loving what we do.
I love this pussy that's so wet I can swim in it.
I love you.
I own you.
I dare you to say that I don't!
You slip away, heading for the couch, and I corner you there. Grabbing your thighs, working them as open as they'll go, my greedy mouth attacks as you turn your head my way with unfocused eyes. With your fat, pretty ass in my hands, you feed me your pussy. And I like it. I revel in all that such a feast entails.
My mouth travels from your inner thigh to the crack of your ass, up through your curly soft hair, to the bottom of your stomach, then back down again slowly to the fiery furnace of your pussy.
I kiss circles around your clit, between your pussy's wet lips, and up into your pathway to love where my tongue continues the caress of your G-Spot that my fingers began. I retreat, just a little, lick sideways across your pussy, back down 'tween your thighs, around and into your asshole, up to the small of your back; then up, down, around and all over the sexy backside you possess.
Woman, this shit is mine! And you like it that way! I know you want me in it because the whole time I'm eating, you keep planting your feet in my back and locking your hands round my neck. I can tell that you like it by the way that you lift your womanly goodness to me with such force that only your shoulders remain on this couch.
I ain't complaining though. Your shit is juicy and succulent and sweet and delicious. I like it. And it is mine.