This was many years ago: Cindy Huntress was stopping in my city after Christmas. I had come down with the flu, and asked her if she would rather cancel and not be exposed to my virus. She preferred to go ahead with the session.
I arrived weak and I wasn't in any condition to resist her. I was only 150 pounds then. She was 140 and her legs were extremely strong. She played with me like a lioness with a declawed kitten. She tossed me from side to side as if I was a ten pound dumbbell between her legs. She clamped her powerful thighs on my head and called me her rag doll. Her boy toy. She put me in a body scissors and asked, "Is this how weak men are?" I couldn't even answer yes, my lungs were so compressed.
She mounted me to take her pleasure by pressing herself against my sternum. It was clear that I was nothing but an object for her to use. I could only adjust to her rhythm and try to breathe. I should tell you that this woman had a perfect physique- I was treated to a phenomenal sight as she thrust against me. When she had finished amusing herself, she turned around and began to tease me with her feet. I was presented with the vision of her exquisite, toned ass as she pulled down my shorts and worked my groin with both feet.
The feeling of helplessness and arousal was not unprecedented. But Cindy had never dominated me like this before. She took the experience to its conclusion with expert skill, my defeat was total, my humbling complete. She destroyed me, toyed with me, used me, and proved that I liked it.
What a woman.
