When we first got together and I used to slide up in her, the sex was different. Her face was dripped with ecstasy and love. Her hips moved different, her pussy was tighter, and she told me she needed me. Throughout the years, something changed. Pussy was good, but it wasn’t good like when we met. She stopped stroking my ego and there was fear in her eyes when I slid inside of her. Even the times when I didn’t take the shit from her.
and you wonder why she was scared of you…ponk ass!
