Arms

I love J's arms, they are stong and safe. they cold me tight and close. When I'm wrapped up in them I snuggle down and I'm hidden from the world. I'm in his arms where I belong.

I love their strength, holding me, they love me and they control me. I love the way they hold my legs when we make love, stretched out holding my legs high and apart. They wrap around my body holding in still and tight as he pumps his length into me.

I love watching him do pushups, moving his whole body up and down, his muscles flexing and growing. They make me go weak at the knees!