We Are Loving ItPushing in, pulling out. Pushing in, pulling out.Damn, that it’s forbidden makes it even better. And you whine. You try to move, but you love it as much as I do, because else you wouldn’t be lying here, your legs wide open for me. I’m not hurting you. The pain’s only in your head. How can something so beautiful be marked as bad? I can see you sweat. You’re gasping for breath. You’re moving your pelvis to get me closer, deeper, to satisfy you more because you have this urge too and you need to be rid of it. Is that why we’re doing this? Because we want to stop lusting? Take the forbidden fruit and realise it doesn’t taste so good? But you know, it tastes good. We both know that. We will want more. It’s burning inside of you, you want to cum and you want me, more than a brother, like a lover, you want to melt into me, you want to feel my heat forever. We rock together, you on your shell, me inside you. I wrap my arms around you, this is good, right? You feel good. I mumble and you answer, yes, yes, more. You mean it. You always ask for more. And I always give you more. I ram inside you so hard that you cry out in pain. It’s the angle, isn’t it? Let me adjust it a little, maybe then I’ll hit your sweet spot, the one that makes you writhe. Who cares if it’s forbidden? Now I’m riding you and you are loving it. We are loving it. |