Who was it who said the eyes are the window of the soul? That’s why eye contact during sex is so important. I said in another post that I love to fuck a wife or her sissycuck missionary style. When I get close to cumming, I just love to lower my chest to her breasts, lean in close, and whisper in her ear: “I’m gonna make a baby in you now, girl …..” and then push myself up so we can gaze into one another’s eyes when I ejaculate inside her.
But it’s just about as satisfying, much more satisfying in fact for the sissycuck and wife, since they’ll be having breakfast together tomorrow a long time after I’ve dropped my loads in their bodies and hit the road, to arrange it so that they can look into one another’s eyes while I cum in them.
I can only imagine what that must be like for the wife, if she’s who I’m fucking: She’s staring into the eyes of the person she married while I, a virtual stranger but infinitely more masculine, pump and pump until she screams in orgasm and I fill her womb with semen.
Even less can I envision what it must be like for the sissy if she’s the one I’m doing: staring into the eyes of her wife while, hunkered on elbows and knees and maybe fishhooked by me, her lips stretched grotesquely wide by the three fingers of each hand I’ve jammed in her mouth from the side, my thrusting cock pushing loud rhythmic gargling noises from her, she feels me grab her hips, my nails dig in, she hears me grunt, then she feels me LET GO, my warm sperm pumping in a volume like water into her pussy, making her a woman, filling her with a masculine man's seed. And all the while the woman she married is looking through the "windows" and into the depths of her cummed-in little cuckolded soul, watching while she takes not just cock, but messy loads of sperm in her body.
Sweet.