That must the oldest questions since gay civilization ;D
Politically correct answer is –
If meet a good bottom, I'll be better to be the top.
If meet a good top, I'll be better to be the bottom.
But for the lusty part of me, all good bottoms are basically the same.
But for the slutty( greater than lusty ) part of me, there are good tops and there are "oh-me-god-I'm-going-to-die" tops. He fucks like the Energizer rabbit and stings like the bee. He shows no mercy when he initially penetrated like the sting of a king bee. When he pounds me literally into the mattress, the stings are painful yet slowly became deliciously pleasurable as he soothed my body by manipulating my breasts and buttocks. No pain no pleasures, the contrasts sharpened the pleasures.
He knows how to use and abuse me till I was literally butter melting in his palm. Melting into a lump of complying and obedient meat ahhhh from the stings and ooooohhhhhhhh from his insistent use of my body parts. The short ahhhh produced louder and delirious coma inducing ooooohhhhhhhhh.
When he's finished with me, I am well coated with human fluids from his hormones drenched hard working body and also the sticky fluids expelled from his king sting. I'm no more than a big wet pile of discarded tissues for wiping his sexual releases.
