I miss the initial feeling you experience when a dude introduces his dick to your pussy.
No, “Hello, how are you doing?” Skip the, “Hi my name is…”
It’s straight forward and to the point. “Can we fuck?”
His confidence lets you know that no response is necessary.
You hold your breath to prevent answering in discomfort.
When the pain and pleasure of his first thrust combine, you greet him with a low, blissful moan.
His dick is pleased to make your acquaintance.
He pulls out slightly, leaving only the tip inside.
As though to say, “It’s been a pleasure, but I must go."
“But I don’t even know your name, sir,” your pussy pleads for him to stay.
Not one to disappoint, he slides back in.
He whispers something into your ear, but the motion of his dick overpowers your ability to hear.
His name is no longer important, as you both move simultaneously to a smooth tempo.
A slight swivel of your hips answers his every thrust.
You dig your fingernails into the small of his back.
And take a brief moment to realize you are finally getting fucked and the shit feels amazing, and all you can do is
EXHALE.
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