My phallus entering your quivering anatomy never loses its delight. It is a great leveller and ensures you are left in no uncertain terms your place in the world. Yet curiously, after that initial penetration, you will crave the next insertion. The ensuing pounding and that moment when my hefty rubber meat makes contact with your prostate. The disbelief that you feel as your appendage begins to gush uncontrollably as my hefty rubber tool continues to tickle your most private of spaces, your very private little 'boy button.' I own your orgasms and I own you.