She assumes the position in which she wants to be taken. Stamina with rhythmic thrusting is what she demands of him. It will not be an underwhelming ten minute session but the beginning of an extended weekend of unbridled passionate marathon fucking. She will get on her knees to please him, ride him and be taken from behind again and again. She will look into his eyes without breaking her stare, opening her legs wider so he can go deeper to please her. His hardened girth will stretch her, massaging the spot that causes instant euphoria, shuddering, swearing then the beautiful silence after. They will be caught in eroticism’s rapture. When he pulls her hair she will call him master over and over through enticing whispers; she will say, fuck me—it’s yours. With an already reddened ass she will ask to be spanked even more. He will take her from the bedroom and fuck her hard against the bathroom door. With his thick member her willing ass he will explore; she is ready and eager to try things she’s never done before.  She’s already his constant lover, but she wants more. She wants to explore the depths of hidden pleasure and the allure. She wants to be his everything. She wants to be his whore.