When I lost my virginity, she randomly showed up at my house in the middle of the night. I thought something was wrong. She was only wearing a coat and a bikini. She had me lay on my bed, got on top, and put me in, rode for a couple thrust, came, then left. Couple days later we broke up.
When I lost my virginity, she randomly showed up at my house in the middle of the night. I thought something was wrong. She was only wearing a coat and a bikini. She had me lay on my bed, got on top, and put me in, rode for a couple thrust, came, then left. Couple days later we broke up.
Holy shit, nostalgia boner coming through. She reminds me of Jenny Lewis from the 1989 film The Wizard.
I just realized I refer to my wife's pussy as "she".
"Is she ready?", "she's so wet", "tell me what she wants", "Does she need cum in her?"
Not since I was a teen. Not that I don't have sex dreams, I just wake up before I cum. Nothing like starting the day with that kind of pent up energy.