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Why I Love Missionary
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And the bottom having no choice but to look at the man on top of him who is making him less of a man and throwing his man card away. He's further under more humiliation because his legs have been parted so as another man can insert his manhood into what was her manhood. Her legs have been made apart and held while he's lying on his back looking at another man desecrating him
But in missionary, it's hard to avoid looking into the eyes of that Man. The Alpha Male who decided you were to be the next one to receive his gift. The Alpha who towered over you at the gym, cornered you at the water fountain, and told you where you had to be and at what time and how things were going to go. He didn't have to mention consequences for refusal; his enormous hands and massive muscles explained the situation for Him.