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The male ego is such a fragile thing. They act so tough and rigid, but the truth is men are soft and sensitive. At the core, they crave to be owned and lusted after. They wish to be cared for even though that’s impossible for them to admit.
I love watching a man move past his ego and into a space of pure bliss. Like the dude, I fucked in a hotel on New Year’s Eve.
The Male Ego
We met an hour before midnight, and he came on to me all suave-like. He thought he would be fucking me, but I had other plans. He seemed arrogant, like a know-it-all. I let him play his part and pretended to be smitten by his masculine energy. He took me up to his hotel room, which was on the sixteenth floor and had a great view of the city.
I was excited to watch the ball drop from behind him. We started kissing and undressing. Before play boy realized what was happening, I had him pressed against the glass pane, fucking his ass while the whole city could see his cock aching to cum for me.
I reached around and stroked him, our reflection in the window pushing me on to fuck all of that toxic male ego out of him. “Let it go,” I demanded, and his cum spurted all over the window as the ball slipped down at midnight.
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