That was always the point where I reached my climax.
I slightly regretted a friendship that went south, I more regretted that I never put my hands on her. She had such a gorgeous figure.
I finished things off swiftly, with that delicious almost memory, and my buzzy friend. I put it back in the drawer, blew out the candle, put the iPad back in a different drawer. “A place for everything and everything in its place,” as my mum always said. I settled down and waited for post-orgasm sleep to take me. It wasn’t long.
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I was all too aware that my increasingly frequent solo pleasure moments were a sign of a gap in my s*x life. I m*********d sometimes three or four times a day. I was seemingly always horny, or just after being horny and satisfied or just about to be horny again. All wit
