Queer men often mistake abuse for sexual dominance. Real dominance is confident calm, not insecurity. It celebrates mutual joy. It makes you feel safe and appreciated, while you scream from whole body orgasms as your pussy is slam fucked into a farting swollen cunt.
Normally, this little dude's gender expression leans masculine. But with me, in bed, their feminine side radiates from their 5'7 smooth Vietnamese body. Their penis goes limp and turns into a clit, their pussy dialates, and their body shivers in goose bumps and orgasms as I slam my huge penis through their sigmoid colon over and over. We're not just fucking. We're having intimate, connected, nasty sex, driven by a shared desire to make a child inside their belly. We've taken the time to get to know each other: our likes, desires, needs, limits. We've established a sense of trust and safety that allow this man to turn into a submissive queefing screaming BWC whore in bed. No shame in the massive farts his pussy releases on my dick, or the piss that sprays uncontrollably from his dicklet into the towel below; just mutual joy.