Today I’ll hold the reigns. You won’t say a word. This petty flush of bedside rumble will be published an hour after. Don’t think I’ll let you. I’ll rouse your horses; ready for the all time marathon in the jungle. But you’ll not cum unless I say so. Don’t touch yourself. Just don’t touch yourself. Hold it close. I’ll mount you but don’t crack the jar yet. Remember I’m holding the reigns. Trust me for the delay. The chicken skin, pelvic reverberating, shaft explosion; I know. The aisle won’t suffice. Your office will be on fire. Better yet, own us a room in a cheap motel.