good,” he said.
For the next 15 minutes he delivered slap after slap to my ass. He would soothe me with rubs and then get started again. I saw the merit in his method. I was forced to be present and in the moment. The tension in my body released and my ass felt like it could glow in the dark. I absolutely loved it, and I was hard pressed to think of a time that felt more intimate than that moment. His erection pressed against my lower belly, but he didn’t make mention of it until I had enough.
“We have to do this again at some point,” I said as I rested my head against the bed, and he rubbed the back of my legs. I wanted to fall asleep, but I knew that his hard on was going to require some attention.
“ You just say the word, and I’ll happily smack your ass anytime,” he said. He bent over and placed a big kiss to my left cheek and then the right.
“ Keep doing that, and you’re going to get a lot more than you bargained for,” I teased.
“ I’m more than ready to receive whatever you have. Give me what you’ve got Mrs. Kane.”
“ I’m not Mrs, Kane yet,” I said as I got up and rested on my knees on the bed.
“ We’re going to do it as soon as we can. We’re going to get through this and then I’m dragging you down the aisle.”
I smiled at the thought of that because we both knew that he wouldn’t have to drag me anywhere. I would willingly follow him anywhere, and I wouldn’t need any coaxing or convincing. He would be lucky if I wasn’t at the front of the church waiting on him to walk to me. I couldn’t wait to become his wife because I wanted him in every way possible. It was time for us to take the plunge, but he was right about waiting. I couldn’t help him run the business, plan the wedding, and prep for the trial at the same time. I could have gotten a planner to handle every single detail, but I liked being more hands on and I couldn’t just let someone do all of it for me. That was never my dream as I was growing up. I always saw myself taking care of a lot of the details myself.
“Tonight I want to go for a ride,” I flirted.
It didn’t take him any time to rise from his seated position and rid himself of this clothing, “What do ya know? I think I have a ride that’s just your size.”
“Your ride is bigger than what I require but I’m sure that I can make some adjustments. I’m pretty flexible.
He laid on his back and placed his hands behind his head. He was clearly ready for me to take over. The sooner I got us both off the quicker I could get to bed. I know that makes me sound a little evil but hey, if I could have gone to sleep and skipped the sex I would have. I love my fiancé, but it had been a long ass day. That being said, men have their needs, and it wouldn’t hurt me to give 10 minutes of my time.
I climbed on top of him and placed myself above his massive erection. My body hadn’t gotten the memo that I was tired because it was buzzing with anticipation. I wanted him inside of me, and I wanted to see the look on his face as I rode him. He made the best faces. I think I liked them because they were ugly faces. I always knew that he was enjoying himself when his attractive features contorted into ones that resembled a beast. I always had a few more notches added to my self-esteem. I took pride in knowing that I was tight and wet down there. I randomly did kegals throughout the day out of habit. It was probably due to my irrational fear of being stretched out.
That was always a hot topic of discussion as I was growing up. It was a way for men to reverse the shame of their small dick. If a girl complained about a boy’s dick being too small, he would counter with saying that she was stretched out, and then she would be labeled a hoe. Both of these situations are pretty fucked up. It’s not like the man picked out his dick, he was born that way. Also, I doubted if a 17 year old girl had seen more action than a Madison and Cicero prostitute.
His
For the next 15 minutes he delivered slap after slap to my ass. He would soothe me with rubs and then get started again. I saw the merit in his method. I was forced to be present and in the moment. The tension in my body released and my ass felt like it could glow in the dark. I absolutely loved it, and I was hard pressed to think of a time that felt more intimate than that moment. His erection pressed against my lower belly, but he didn’t make mention of it until I had enough.
“We have to do this again at some point,” I said as I rested my head against the bed, and he rubbed the back of my legs. I wanted to fall asleep, but I knew that his hard on was going to require some attention.
“ You just say the word, and I’ll happily smack your ass anytime,” he said. He bent over and placed a big kiss to my left cheek and then the right.
“ Keep doing that, and you’re going to get a lot more than you bargained for,” I teased.
“ I’m more than ready to receive whatever you have. Give me what you’ve got Mrs. Kane.”
“ I’m not Mrs, Kane yet,” I said as I got up and rested on my knees on the bed.
“ We’re going to do it as soon as we can. We’re going to get through this and then I’m dragging you down the aisle.”
I smiled at the thought of that because we both knew that he wouldn’t have to drag me anywhere. I would willingly follow him anywhere, and I wouldn’t need any coaxing or convincing. He would be lucky if I wasn’t at the front of the church waiting on him to walk to me. I couldn’t wait to become his wife because I wanted him in every way possible. It was time for us to take the plunge, but he was right about waiting. I couldn’t help him run the business, plan the wedding, and prep for the trial at the same time. I could have gotten a planner to handle every single detail, but I liked being more hands on and I couldn’t just let someone do all of it for me. That was never my dream as I was growing up. I always saw myself taking care of a lot of the details myself.
“Tonight I want to go for a ride,” I flirted.
It didn’t take him any time to rise from his seated position and rid himself of this clothing, “What do ya know? I think I have a ride that’s just your size.”
“Your ride is bigger than what I require but I’m sure that I can make some adjustments. I’m pretty flexible.
He laid on his back and placed his hands behind his head. He was clearly ready for me to take over. The sooner I got us both off the quicker I could get to bed. I know that makes me sound a little evil but hey, if I could have gone to sleep and skipped the sex I would have. I love my fiancé, but it had been a long ass day. That being said, men have their needs, and it wouldn’t hurt me to give 10 minutes of my time.
I climbed on top of him and placed myself above his massive erection. My body hadn’t gotten the memo that I was tired because it was buzzing with anticipation. I wanted him inside of me, and I wanted to see the look on his face as I rode him. He made the best faces. I think I liked them because they were ugly faces. I always knew that he was enjoying himself when his attractive features contorted into ones that resembled a beast. I always had a few more notches added to my self-esteem. I took pride in knowing that I was tight and wet down there. I randomly did kegals throughout the day out of habit. It was probably due to my irrational fear of being stretched out.
That was always a hot topic of discussion as I was growing up. It was a way for men to reverse the shame of their small dick. If a girl complained about a boy’s dick being too small, he would counter with saying that she was stretched out, and then she would be labeled a hoe. Both of these situations are pretty fucked up. It’s not like the man picked out his dick, he was born that way. Also, I doubted if a 17 year old girl had seen more action than a Madison and Cicero prostitute.
His
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