I've always lost interest in a woman the moment my cum leaves my dick. Have never felt the urge to throw my arms around her and hold her close to me. I've only ever thought about how fast I can get her out of my bed. But laying there beside to December as our breathing steadied, bathing in the afterglow of sex, none of the usual thoughts I'm so used to thinking came to me at all. All I wanted was to hold her. It wasn't something I had power over, the wrapping of my arm around her waist. It wasn't my brain controlling my movements, it was my soul. My heart.
This is my favvvvvv🥹
