To be looked in the eyes as you tumble over the edge. To have their voice in your ears, telling you that you will always be theirs. That you're nothing without them. That you only feel good because you belong to them.
To not just believe their words, but to know them as fact.
You’re completely folded in mating press under me while I drive my cock into you over and over. When I cum I press my full weight down and unload everything I’ve got, flooding your womb while I groan. I stay buried deep after, making sure none of it leaks out.
wet eyes, aching body, cum leaking down trembling legs. whimpering, "i can't take anymore," and "no more, please, no more." a soft, devilish chuckle, fingers drag through the mess between soft thighs and a murmur, "you can handle one more."