Every time though. Probably in porn, because I had to pull those tight jeans at least three times before they fell to my ankles. Then the moment is always a little far away.
Eva: “We broke up until his ex came back to live with him.”
Meanwhile, I was on my knees in front of him with his genitals in my mouth. The fact that the neighbor could see his size was not due to his genitals, but rather due to the short distance between the two balconies. I didn’t care at that moment.
Until he started taking off my clothes, and my sense of the world came back to me. I managed to “inside”. As I closed the curtain, he played the song in question. Damn you go back to sleep It came from the speakers and from his mouth as he entered me.
With the song on repeat, the neighbor rang the doorbell about two hours later. He opened the door and my shirt covered his genitals. “Could the music be a little quieter?” I heard the neighbor ask.
Eva: “After sex, he came into my refrigerator: ‘All these sauces have to go.’”
After that night we saw each other several times. The sessions were hot, but not so hot that sweat was dripping off his forehead. This guy didn’t sweat easily. I even saw small drops on his forehead.
I thought he was crazy. not for him. But May was too hot in his bedroom.
The next morning he put me in the same position as the night before. His legs are in the air, leaning over his shoulders so he can go deeper.
Again I saw condensation forming on his face. She wiped it lovingly, and he said, “This is more than last time.” But that’s okay, I think it’s hot. I couldn’t make the connection and looked at him in surprise. “This is for you,” he says. “Does the flow come often?”
Eva: “He didn’t feel connected, but he wanted to be my sex friend.”
I felt a kind of misplaced triumph. genuinely? I never came, let alone sprayed, until my twenties. That same evening I started searching on Google, why didn’t I notice anything about this? He incorrectly described it as an orgasm, but now I really know what that felt like.
It turns out the internet agrees with me: Spraying in the bedroom doesn’t automatically mean a woman will orgasm. However, this seems to be the ultimate goal for men. A gift from the porn industry.
I thought it was a dirty idea to intentionally spray his face, but to please him I relaxed my entire body. And he knew it. It wasn’t a fountain, but then there was a large pond.
That was the last time all the brakes were released. Because the fact that I didn’t show up once didn’t bother him at all. No, just give me satisfactory again. Not a wet bed, just an orgasm. Thank you.
*Eva’s name has been changed. Her real name is known to the editors.
Eva: “His very religious father used to hit me with my head between his legs.”
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