Elle prend son pied avec son homme

I have a few specific fetishes: I like to decide what you wear, when we are together: I love being able to look at you and know, not just that you’ve made yourself into an expression of my ideal of high femme sexuality, but that as you did so, with every little bit, anticipation was building. And I am egotistical enough, or maybe just have enough self-respect, to demand that I be certain that your desire is for me, specifically, at least in the time we are in “bed”. Really, beds are actually terribly designed for good sex. For fucking and fucking related program activities? It lets me trust my instincts and you and your ability to safeword out, and that is good for both of us.