Didn't I say?
Oh professor, you silly duck.. your breast and wide hip fetish is thoroughly appreciated but the good folk who appreciate Milena can only stare at her beautiful smile and lovely tits for only so many decades before wanting a hint.. a peak.. a gaping wide milena-hole to imagine sinking our unworthy dicks into.
Didn't I say I love eating pussy? I love to dig through there. But do I need to see the "up close shot" to wonder? Really? After all, I like the exploration of the woman in-person, her every motion and coo as I explore (or a short uh when I may be headed in the wrong direction for her or, even better, maybe the right one but it's the first time she's felt it). It's difficult to tell what she's going to enjoy from a picture anyway. So I need not even want to see such.
As far as "a peak.. a gaping wide milena-hole to imagine sinking our unworthy dicks into," does a close up really tell you how that rod, let alone your being, is going to feel inside of her? How her liquids are going to make your manhood beg God Herself for Her Mercy? How unbelievable it will be to slice her body with your sword?
I mean, last time I checked, when I put myself into another woman, I'm going nuts intertwining her body into mine, finding my eyes gazing into hers, my hands running up and down her sides and -- in general -- "becoming one" with her more than just what one appendage does in another, but my body and her body as the full, extended and complete engaged and engulfed and overwhelmed wholes that is involved in love making.
Maybe it's me, but I don't really get much of a 'feeling' of what she feels like at the extension of my rod by looking deep into anything "gaping." Maybe the thought of pulling her hips down on it, watching the sight of my penis disappear as I can only imagine the sensation (which a photo of her vagina close-up tells me nothing off). Maybe the running of my hands up and down her sides, cupping her breasts, the internal conflict of what to grope, pull and fondle with only a limited two hand (to put it more direct and explicitly post-foreplay).
The sacred hole is that much more desired simply because we rarely get to glimpse at it's beauty unspread.. if she were to spread it in the least.. instant 'pullitoutwankitfuckwhateverelseI'mdoingIneedtocum!!'
I like her legs spread too, but she doesn't need to have the "inner eagle" exposed to make me think of only what I'd want to do with "da'pinky"! Same deal goes for her breasts, she could be non-nude and teasing in bras and whatnot (I love those shots too, especially as Lorenz does them), I could easily imaging taking her with her top on and loving it just as much (as I do my wife often as well).
I know not all guys really need to see the full deal, but to me, the more something is hidden, the more I want to see it, and the more frustrated and disinterested I get when it doesn't happen.
And how much more commonly is it that men get "disinterested" when they do after a time? Or worse yet, "com'mon baby, just take the dildo on-camera" followed by "damn I wish she'd just take the cock on film already," etc...?
No offense, but a lot of you guys are like a lot of guys I went to high school. No matter what your girlfriends did for you, it wasn't enough. First it was about bases, then it was about the various ways she should help you cum, then about where she took your cum, and you didn't stop until you found something she wouldn't budge on. Eh?
Me? I wasn't so concerned with that. I had my lovers however they'd want me, although I had my limits. I got dumped for not inserting. So even though being a guy, and I'll never get the media barrage and "cunt/slut/blah" to the level of women, I did really get tired of being dumped for either not taking a woman's virginity, or in the case of women who had several men before, being the guy that "must be gay" because I did not do what she said when she finally just commanded, "God dammit, just stick it in me!" (even though some regretted dumping me later and saying they never met a man who took his time and care when giving her oral).
My, my how some instincts don't seem to change from high school in adulthood. At least in college, like here, I could find some people who weren't so obsessed with talking about what haves and what nots.
