And then we had the best sex I've have since I started. He bent me over his desk and did me from behind, I sat on his lap and he bounced me up and down like a kid on Santa's lap, he did me on a chair. Then I pushed him onto the bed and rode him. And then he flipped us round and lifted my legs up high and went deep and hard until I came. It was an excellent night.
He told me I had the most perfect breasts he'd ever seen, which always goes down a treat. I told him I should become a porn star with such perfect breasts. His reply? "No way. I want to be the only one who gets to fuck you." I love it when he talks like that when we're in bed. We don't exactly talk dirty to each other, but our language becomes harsh and crude, and it is such a turn on. He wants me to talk dirty to him more, but I don't really know what to say so mostly I just tell him to fuck me harder.
3 comments:
hahahah. that's hot.
i didn't know this was going to turn into such shit.
Porn star no.
But you should so consider having vintage French Postcards made now. You know. Un-dress apropos, antique setting like at one of those Ghost Town museum photo studios....
you would look sensational and could actually sell them over the net - once you grow up a little more and realize the naked body is art -
As Michellangelo said - "And who is so barbarous as not to understand that the foot of a man is nobler than his shoe, and his skin nobler than that of the sheep with which he is clothed".
perhaps compare your beautiful self to -
http://home.comcast.net/~kb8gpo/fernande/ja73b.jpg
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