I THINK I finally understand why men fight over their women. If you fall hard enough for her and she gives you everything you've ever dreamed of like the proper attention, time, praise, and the best blow job you've ever been given in your life, you're bound to fight for her.
For me that woman is Iris, and this ugly sensation I'm getting because I let loose before she did is probably my pride telling me I let down the woman I love. She's sprawled on my bed, legs wide open, ready for my next course of action after I told her I was about to get serious.
I meant it.
Gripping her thighs, I gently lower myself onto her folds. I lick the wet skin making her squirm and try to close her legs but I'm holding them in place. Not about to let her disturb me from pleasuring her, I risk getting choked by her legs and let go of one, using my fingers so I can penetrate inside her.
