“I love you Mori,” his voice sounded loudly as I continued to ride his c**k getting exactly what I needed. Having heard the same thing a thousand times I looked to the ceiling, unable to help myself I rolled my eyes as I continued my motions rocking back and forth along his hips. I would love to just lay down and let someone f**k me for a change, but let me be honest. I needed to c*m, or this was all for nothing, and if I let them on top I would be here all damn day. Then possibly still miss out if they came early. If that happened, then I would have to find another man to f**k. As it was, I hated my life. To have s*x everyday to maintain my vitality, my life. It was the way of a female nymph.
So what were the rules? You can never have s*x with the same man twice, to do it was to die, unl
