Spent the afternoon scrolling through old vids and found the one from our anniversary getaway. The one where I made him fuck me against the hotel window while the city lights glittered below. I loved watching his reflection—seeing the pure desperation on his face as I tightened my pussy around his cock, telling him he couldn't cum until I said so. The way he growled 'Please, let me fill you up' still makes me wet. Controlling his pleasure is my favorite fucking power trip. Anyone else get off on that kind of mind game? Or is it just me? 😏