After we made love yesterday on the countertop sink, we watched a movie until one in the morning, and we made love again on the couch after the movie ended. The living room was filled with my cries of delight and the sound of his hips hitting my buttocks each time he buried himself deep within me. I was kind of apprehensive because I almost ripped the couch with my fingers as Tyler kept penetrating me from behind.
That couch has a sentimental value as it was a gift from my mom's parents to my parents when they got married so it means the couch already existed even before my two brothers were born. So imagine if I had ripped it off—Imagine if I completely lost my control, I would certainly tell my mom that it was Tyler's fault why I ripped it, but what would I tell to her? Would I tell her
