Wouldn’t it be better if she just admitted it?
Your dominance over her?
The superiority of your sexual prowess?
Her place below you, both figuratively and literally?
So that you wouldn’t need to struggle against her? Your bodies writhing together in search for control and position. Your sexes warring until both have been drained and exhausted? Your nipples clashing and mashing until they bend and nearly break?
No. That would not be better. Not better, at all….
