Size isn’t that important. Or is it? I can’t tell. Just don’t make a face when he drops his pants.
Nature Dude had created a sort of Jiminy Cricket style cock block buffer for me, acting as my conscious when all I wanted to do was party and hook up.
Between playful bites and hair pulls, Crazy Jacket was still somehow gentle, his fierce kisses still sweet.
Clearly, not a virgin over here, but it’s been a long time since I’ve really been with anyone else and I’ve sort of reverted to those weird “OMG, I’m going to have SEX” tremors you feel right before it happens for the first time.
As soon as the words left my mouth, he flipped me on my stomach pulled up my dress and started spanking me. Hard.
The world stopped. As attracted as I was to Crazy Jacket, he also sort of made me nervous.
“That’s ok. Pleasuring you for hours on end takes time.”
I sort of felt like a murderer, plotting away, thinking about the most efficient way to break someone’s heart.
I’m pretty certain he doesn’t see it coming.