He took his big thick hands, grabbed my face & gently pressed me into his crotch. He howled as I did my work on his d***. He threw his head back & howled. Literally. Like a wolf. He knows I like it. His torso stretch out & I run my fingers up & down his chest. He’s so muscular. I can’t get over his strength. He’s so intimidating. He can be mean if he wanted to, like really really mean. I’ve seen it. He’s naturally very vicious & difficult with everyone else, just like a beast. But with me he’s always gentle & sweet. He tries really hard not to hurt me. But men are beast. Naturally. They’re only brainwashed to be gentlemen. It’s a social construction for men to tame them selves when deep down inside, they probably want to tear a woman apart. I’m sure they see a cute little woman they want to ravish nearly every day. My man wants to tear me apart. I wish I was strong enough to handle how rough he really is, but I think he likes playing with his food.