I see you watching me. 

I have laid my body bare, craved your touch; I love you.  Shall I think of some new way to please you?

You have the advantage of playing passive observer.  How comfortable  for you, while I writhe beneath your eyes, inside my own skin.  You harden and smile, lazily, while I burn.

Well, Fuck You.  Let me make you burn. 

Whenever I need, I act.  I please him, tease him, lick him, suck him, breathe and moan my orgasms into his ear.  I cry out with every pleasurable sensation I receive.  I take him in in every way.  He bathes in my fluids and I swallow his.  He takes his time at my core: touching, teasing, fingering me while my muscles tighten from top to bottom, and I scream. He arises triumphant, like a dragon with glittering eyes, and kisses me deeply.  Are you feeling me now?

So, now, while my legs are still shaking and my core still melting, flowing out, I'll tell you this. I learned fast the way to survive you.  I need you all over me, inside me, pouring through.

So Fuck You. I'm Fucked. We exchange pleasure and pain.  It's your turn to feel the pain.