Burned In Pleasure.
Sometimes I used to think he was mine, that he was only going to fuck me and just me; sadly truth is: he fucks everyone he wants and he fucks so well. I've cried, screamed, moaned, begged under his soft touch. His hands -oh, his heavenly hands- they were made for give pleasure and, just for one, love. He made me his, but nobody could have him, such an awesome and independent man. So, so sexy.
Tall, dark and soft hair, eyes like sea, pale skin and the way he stares at you...damn, he's hot.