No excitement. Not even in the bedroom. I hated sex with Gavin. He wanted to fuck missionary all the damn time, and I was over that. I needed foreplay. Eat my pussy. Slap my ass, pull my hair, fold me up ... all that shit. I needed my damn back blown out. I wanted to be fucked to sleep and not be able to walk straight in the morning.
Girl what were you doing with Gavin’s lame ass for two years? And you were gonna marry him? That’s crazy
