The room is dimly lit, but the focus is sharp on us. I’m on my knees, my body angled towards him, my mouth slightly open, ready. He’s behind me, his presence commanding, his intentions clear. The text on the screen reads, ‘No matter how many different men she’s had, your wife attacks every new cock like she’s a starving woman.’ It’s a bold statement, but it’s true. I can’t help but feel a thrill, a mix of anticipation and hunger. This is who I am, who we are.
The Hunger Never Ends
And as I look up, I see the reflection of his desire in his eyes. It’s a dance, a game of power and pleasure. I’m the starving woman, and he’s the feast. The room fades away, and it’s just us, lost in this moment of raw, unfiltered need. The world outside doesn’t matter. It’s just us, and the hunger that never ends. It’s a secret, a thrill, a truth that binds us. I’m his, and he’s mine, in this dance of desire and domination.
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