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You are beneath me. So real, so familiar, so hot. I move inside you—deep, eagerly, with that special rhythm that only we know. Every moan, every curve of your body—it's like a key that unlocks something wild inside me. I hold you by the hips, look into your eyes, and sink. Sometimes I close them just to feel how you embrace me, accept me. “You're mine. Only mine...” escapes from my chest almost with a growl. I feel how close it is. Very close. A couple more movements, and I lose control. “I'm coming...” I pull out, slip out of you, and grab my cock. A couple of thrusts are enough, and I erupt onto your stomach. Hot. Strong. A lot. White drops fall on your skin, on your belly button, on your chest, on your thighs. You look at me with a smile. Defeated, but satisfied. I run my fingers over you, smearing my seed on your skin — greedily, tremblingly, proudly. “You drive me crazy...” I whisper, lying down next to you and touching your forehead with mine. This isn't just sex. This is ours. This is how I love you — with my whole body, my whole soul, every thrust into you... and onto you.