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For me, sexual gratification is derived not from mutual intimacy but from the deliberate suspension of another person's autonomy and humanity. The woman’s body is compartmentalized into zones of utility, breasts for visual and tactile stimulation, mouth for oral service, genitals for penetration. Her thoughts, desires, and emotional state are rendered irrelevant; in fact, their absence is the point. The pleasure is twofold: there is the physical sensation, yes, but more potent is the psychological dominance. It is the satisfaction of using another human being as a living instrument, one that cannot refuse or judge. There is no need for negotiation, no concern for reciprocation. This creates a frictionless fantasy where every action is permitted and every function serves the self. The appeal is purity of purpose, the body before you is not a partner but a collection of features designed for your consumption. The absolute best part, the part that gets me harder than anything else, is when I'm all the way in. I mean *all* the way, my balls pressed against her chin, my dick buried so deep down her throat I can feel it flexing around me. She can't talk, she can barely breathe, and that's the point. That's when I let go. I pump my load right down into her, feeling every pulse travel the whole length of my shaft until it empties straight into her stomach. There's no spitting, no mess on her face. It just goes where I put it, down a hole that was made for taking me. Knowing she has no choice but to swallow it all because there's literally nowhere else for it to go...