I was slapping hard and fast, building up momentum.
Yes, I was the man here, the Alpha, and I had chosen her to be my equal.
She had to know that no other man could make her feel this way, and I, her Alpha, was going to prove it.
That other man at the strip club did not have my strength and knowledge to make her feel like the women she deserves.
Mine is the only cock she will want to touch, mine is the only one that can fill her so deeply and so well.
He was a boy, but I am a man.
I threw her legs over my shoulders, changing the position of her pelvis slightly, and sped up.
I loved the way her knees rubbed against my shoulders and I kissed the nyloned flesh of each one. I grabbed her by the tops of her stockings for leverage and plowed harder and faster.
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keeping a good woman happy is not being henpecked, it is investing in your future
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