
Fuck Fantasy #08.
I’ve heard the stories in the gym about this Greek god, and I want my turn with him as he destroys my shit chute with abandon, makes me feel tingles down my spine, into my legs, and all the way to my little toes. I want to gasp in disbelief as my cerebral cortex gets twisted inside out, my vocal cords get stuck in neutral, and I start to have my first of three major league orgasms with him. And then, once he’s finally finished using me as much as he needs, I want him and his sweaty, hard torso to collapse onto me so I can calm him down by kissing him, reassuring him, and thanking him for the time of my life.