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I don’t know what it is with men who suck at fucking, never being able to take no for an answer. Either get good or get out, buddy.
She makes me react to her, even when she seems pissed.
God this woman makes me want to do things to her that they don’t even make porn about.
I have been so desperate for someone to just be fucking honest that this is more refreshing than anything. I don’t even want to admit how much this is turning me on. Finally finding a woman who doesn’t fall at my feet feels like the thing my life has been missing for years.
Her hair makes me think of fire because if I get too close to her, I could get fucking burned. The attraction that I feel for her, already, is unparalleled to anything I have felt before.
The alcohol is wearing off, making my rationale come back to me. I’m no longer the drunk girl in the bar yelling at men about how they can’t fuck. Now I’m the sober girl at the bar, wanting to fuck said man.
Lol
No one has ever looked at me like that. I feel like he would fall at my feet if I asked him to, and he would thank me for the opportunity.
I feel free to do whatever the fuck my heart and pussy want, and let me fucking tell you, they want Finn.
I want to make love to that fucking sound. I want to marry that fucking sound. I want to spread that sound over a piece of toast and eat it for days.
I never believed in love at first sight, but I know for a fact that lust at first sight is fucking real.
It’s like my brain has completely switched off since she said that. It feels like such a primitive need to feel her cum while wrapped around my cock.
“I’m worried you’re going to cum too quick,”
“I probably will,”
“If I make you cum first, can you get hard again?”
before I even hear the entire sentence, my head is nodding in agreement.
His moans feel like rewards that I have been granted for doing a good job, and it lights a fire inside of me that I didn’t even know had been burnt out long ago.
I wasn’t aware that I could feel this strong and powerful during sex. I didn’t realize it was less about the quality of sex and more about the quality of the man.
And let me fucking tell you, Finn Declan is a fine quality man.
When he lays me down on my bed, his lips join mine again, making me actually whimper this time.
“Jesus fucking Christ, make that fucking sound again,”
Instead of guessing what pleasures her, I watch her body, so fucking carefully, trying to pinpoint what feels good and what doesn’t.
I slide my tongue across her clit again, making her back arch and a sound come out of her mouth that could make me cum right here. I keep doing that, watching for when it becomes too much for her. I put my whole mouth on her clit, sucking like my life depends on it. I can’t believe I have gone my whole life without seeing a woman like this. Without seeing Emma like this. I’m unsure if I was really living before. Instead, I was just floating around, unaware of what I was missing.
“The only thing better than feeling you cum on my cock, is feeling you cum on my face,”
I just need him to ruin me for everyone else. I just need him to claim my body as his own, finally giving me what I need.
Head was never a favorite activity of mine, but god, with Finn? I could do it all fucking day. The way he talks to me while I suck him off is something made of dreams. I have never felt so good while gagging on a dick before.
