[WARNING: CRUDE CONTENT UP AHEAD.]
At first, way back when we were in high school, it was a disaster. I'd f**k her and, of course, she'd make it a bad experience. Between her yells and cries of pain, she always made me feel as if I was going against her will, rather than f*****g. After she had that stupid operation that put her out of commission for six weeks, things were only a little better.
The only time things got better, was when she begged me to have a baby with her. I didn't want a baby with her, not if that meant she would have to stop working to have it. I especially didn't want one if I would have to watch it for her.
I found my way around it though; after all, it was at least mediocre when she was willing to have more s*x. More s*x was the only reason I agreed and pushed her
